Food- 5/10, Service- 2/10, Value 1/10
I ordered BBQ pork sandwich. In the time it took to make it, I could walk to the nearest farm, slice a pig, chop it up, make the sauce, cut wheat, make the bread, and make all that into a sandwich. It was okay, probably a 5/10
We ordered around 1:30, and my Raymond Weil read about 3:45 by the time the food arrived- I'm not making this up.
My brother ordered a burger without Mayo, and when he got it... there was, hm... MAYO! (You know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in France? Royale with Che.)
My grandma, mom, and the rest claimed their food was decent, though.
Overall, the service, (who did not even write the orders down on paper, they just tried to remember with their pedestrian minds,) need to, well, write it down or just bring a live cow to the table next time.
Atmosphere- 9/10 (A totally different story, feels more like France or Spain than West Virginia)
Everything was completely Utopian- a good restaurant to wait nearly 2 1/2 hours for. The inside, looked very alcoholic-welcome, and like an 1800s general store, though, so don't bother unless you like drinking and then driving a tractor drunk down to Harpers Ferry, going maximum speed and getting pulled over by an 80-year-old cop, who drinks on duty and carries a billyclub and an AK47.
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