place like this smells of coffee and ghosts. the walls are tired but proud, a hundred years of men and women chasing the next fair, the next dollar, the next big meal before the long road. they don’t polish the counters here — they just wipe off the crumbs, pour you a coffee that burns just right, and hand you a sandwich that could silence a preacher. thick bread, meat stacked like someone still believes in you.
the old fan hums overhead, the same sound you hear when you’re too broke to quit and too stubborn to stop. the guy behind the counter has eyes that have seen every kind of customer — dreamers, drunks, and drifters. he doesn’t ask what you do, but he knows. this place is for the working ones, the ones who eat standing up, staring out the window, thinking about the next ride to fix, the next tent to tear down.
you take a bite and it hits like truth — nothing fancy, just right. Bread, meats, and soul. the kind of meal that reminds you life can still taste good, even when it’s hard as hell.
Charles would’ve probably wiped the mustard off his chin, lit a smoke, and called that one “a damn...
Read moreI really like this little store. You can get a wide variety of canned pops for just $1.50, and they have it chilled to near freezing temperature. They have carried Diet Mountain Dew for as many years as I can remember. I reckon the kids bunking over the livestock really appreciate this store carrying essentials you won't likely find elsewhere on the...
Read moreStrained my foot walking only a few hours into my visit to the fair. A quick stop at Steichen's and I had some advil and could keep on enjoying the fake. And the price was actually very reasonable considering the venue. Exceptional spot for all your everyday needs while...
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