8/25/2009
Although we didn’t make it to Indianapolis, I was going to be darned if we didn’t make it to the Story Inn. We had been defeated before, but not this time. It is a good thing we skipped Indianapolis, because we hit some more major construction and we didn’t even get to the Nashville area until 6:00. This was bad, because we had dinner reservations for 6:30. Again, we couldn’t find the Story Inn. The GPS took us to an empty corn field. We eventually located a human being (they’re hard to find out here, which is kind of cool, unless you need one) who pointed us in the right direction. We did make it to the Story Inn at just about 6:30.
Our first impression of the façade was, “Wow. Looks a little run-down.” But good ol’ Patricia hasn’t let us down yet – until now. The Story Inn has a reputation as an exquisite gourmet restaurant – run by the only three residents of the town of Story. I’m sorry to say, the meal was not only far from gourmet, but it was actually bad. I had a gazpacho soup that was made from the vegetables they grew in their garden. Doesn’t that sound great? Well, it wasn’t. It was so overloaded with spices, I couldn’t taste the vegetables. I love spicy food, but this was too much. I saw a lady send it back, so it wasn’t just me. Laura ordered shrimp, which had the same spices. I ordered salmon, which didn’t have the spices thankfully, but tasted like something you’d get at Applebee’s. In regards to pricing, I read between the lines, but it is not clear that they charge you for soup and salad. When the waitress took our order, she offered us a choice between the two, insinuating it came with the meal. Laura was given a small plate with some spinach on it and I was given a bill for $9. All told, the whole affair cost $94. You might say, “Oh, Oliver, you just ordered the wrong thing.” Well, there are only five items on the menu – so there’s not exactly a wide selection. One final gripe was the service. Despite the fact that the food was thermonuclear our waitress never once refilled our water. Not once. I’m not trying to be a snob, but you’d expect a waitress to check on your water at Bob Evans. If you’re expected to drop $100 on a meal, I don’t think it’s unfair to expect a little service.
The bottom line: Stay away.
Not the best way to end our trip, but all in all our stops through Michigan and Indiana were wonderful experiences. And we’re proud to say we have now accomplished 2% of our complete journey. Ok... That probably doesn’t sound like much, but we’ll get there…
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