Adams Breezy Hill Farm — Restaurant in Princeton

Not what is used to be. Please read

My turn to say my piece.

Perhaps this is not the best means in which to convey this message, but I wont sit idly by any longer; the truth deserves to be told. Unfortunately, I know how twisted stories can become in my hometown so i am speaking up. I wont stand by and allow my brother be treated like less than garbage. My mother certaintly wouldn't have either.

We can all say goodbye to days like those in these pictures, as my grandparents are more interested in running a failing restaurant that is no more than a building made of wood and concrete at the end of the day, than loving or watching their great grandchildren grow. Its absolutely astounding to me that two people can sit through literally thousands of church services in their lifetime and still somehow fail to grasp the basic messages of Christianity; love and forgiveness.

The way my brother has been treated since mom's passing is nothing short of reprehensible and at this point i am ashamed to call you mimi and pops any longer. God, my wife, and I all know I have not been provided the proper time or focus to mourn the passing of my mom. Nothing but drama and infighting have followed her passing, every single day there has been a new battle raging within that restaurant, driven by greed, deception, and outright lies. What people walk into now at that restaurant is not my mother's dream any longer, it has become something ugly and distasteful. A place of lies, duplicity, and shame.

For the first time in over 15 years my brother is finally in a good place, atop the mountain in his battle for sobriety. Trust me when i say the valley he went through was dark and terryfing for many years but somehow he had been able to find peace and sobriety in the hardest chapter of his life, only to have the chair kicked out from under him by those who SHOULD love and support him unconditionally on a DAILY basis... I know one of my mother's hardest struggles in life was seeing her baby boy struggle with addiction. She prayed every night for his sobriety and now that it has finally come she is not here to witness it and the people she loved almost seem to be advertently doing everything in their power to cast him back into that valley.

You know what my latest prayer has been? I pray to God that my mom CANNOT see down on this earth at what her family has become. What a sad prayer....

Just remember the size of your bank account, all the land on the planet, and all worldy success that can be bestowed on a man does not make him good or rich. Often times, those things corrupt your morality and blind you to what is truly important in life, such as your relationships with your family. I pray the greatest gifts i leave my children after I am gone have nothing to do with money. I would rather be remembered by my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren as someone who loved and supported them through their toughest moments, because after all, isnt that what love is all about? At least that is the way I understand love to work.

"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing." ~ 1 Corinthians...

I shouldn't give so many five star reviews, so that this review could carry the weight it deserves. This was, simply put, the best restaurant I've been to in Kentucky, with the possible exception of Patti's - and that's very close. The land around the restaurant was gorgeous, and when we arrived, we stepped into a lobby that can only be described with a decadent elegance. After a short wait, we were seated, and the meal began.

We had many choices, but our party agreed that the pizza deal was best (apart from one member, who ate a Reuben. He said it was good.) Now, this is no ordinary pizza deal, nor is it for the unadventurous. It is true that the offerings are all you can eat, but each table may only suggest one combination of toppings. Our table settled on pepperoni and black olives, for example. This is then cooked, and shared among all the tables which have chosen the pizza. Other tables' suggestions were also taken around - I ate, for example, a pizza with pineapple, bacon, Canadian bacon, ham, and green peppers: a unique culinary combination, but a surprisingly pleasant one.

What these words cannot convey, however, is the glory of the tastes! I consider myself a bit of an expert on pizza - in that I've eaten entirely too much in my day - and I can safely say that this is among the best. In the Opryland Hotel, in the wandering gardens, there is a small brick hut where pizzas are made of hand-kneaded flatbread and authentic Mozzarella, carried across the Atlantic for their guests' gastronomic delight. Even this wonder, however, pales before what was placed before us, course after course. Brick-fired pizza, with the finest of ingredients, spilled endlessly from the kitchen! I would have gorged myself quite completely, had I not recalled that pizza is not the dish for which Adams Breezy Hill Farm is famous.

When at last our pizza was eaten, and we turned to the waitress with a cry, "no more!", we looked to the wall, to the chalkboard-plated wall, and saw a new menagerie of tastes. Salted caramel, strawberry, mocha, and more - we realized that the handmade ice cream would be the perfect ending to a perfect meal. Almost as soon as it was spoken, sherbet glasses were brought out carrying our requests. Were my grandmother not present to agree, I would be shamed to admit, but that ice cream was the best we had ever tasted, made in the same traditional way that my grandmother taught me so many years ago. In all, it was simply sublime.

All too often, such a beautiful meal is marred by the final experience: payment. At Adams Breezy Hill, however, we found this far from the case. Despite the wonderful tastes, the total came to around twelve dollars per person - astounding, really, for the sheer quantity of food, needless to say the quality!

Overall, I have nothing but praise for Adams Breezy Hill Farm. My only wish is that I lived nearer, so as to feast there...

We made reservations to go there for our anniversary with high expectations. We have heard great things. Our hopes were crashed as soon as we got seated. Only 2 tables were seated when we arrived. We were seated at a two top table right by the kitchen door. I asked if we could be moved and the hostess said no. We also asked the waitress Hadley if we could be moved. She went to the hostess and asked her and the same answer was given to us no. I am thankful that we weren’t moved because it was very romantic to have the waitress’s stand over us while we ate. We also got a good loud earful of what was going on in the kitchen. Our seating also gave us a very good view of the lack of cleanliness. There was a creamer that looked as though it took up residence under the servers station. I could also view the dirt under the fridge in the kitchen where a napkin also lived. When we were ordering one of our menus had items lined out while the other didn’t. We decided on ordering the Spicy Grits and Shrimp and the Pork tenderloIn with pineapple salsa and bbq sauce. We also ordered the bruschetta as an appetizer. They brought us out 2 rolls that were cold with some sort of butter sauce poured over them. They were not worth eating. We should have stopped eating after the bruschetta because it was very good. The Spicy Grits and Shrimp very bland. It was cold. We sent it back and a few minutes later received a new plate of Shrimp and grits. I didn’t say spicy because there was no spice in it. It was very bland but it’s was hot. The pineapple salsa pork tenderloin had good taste but it was tough and Luke warm at best. We ordered peach ice cream and coconut ice cream for dessert. The ice cream tasted ok but it was very grainy. We will give them another try sometime but it’s going to be awhile. I definitely will ask for any table but N1 but I will walk by the table to see if they cleaned up the creamer and under the fridge in...