The Natchez Trace crossed the Old River Road at one point. We needed to see part of that also. Along that road there are very few towns or any other signs of civilization. Eventually we found a town with a gas station and a restaurant. We got gas and decided to try the restaurant. As we parked in the restaurant lot we noticed no other cars (we should have recognized that as a warning). We spoke with a lady who was loading a garden tractor onto a trailer pulled by a pick-up truck. We asked her whether the place was open and she said it was. She invited us in. Turns-out she is the owner/waitress/cook..
Well, there was no menu - none - not even those that hang on the walls. She suggested we try their hamburger with fries and some other side. That was our choice. We did.
This place had booths on either side next to the windows and four or five tables placed together in the middle of the room to form one long table about 14 feet long
The booths on one side were used for storage ; TV, plants, pictures, luggage and other household items which occupied most of that space. The long table was similiarly used for storage, but had relics of past restaurant decorations and more plants things.
We sat on the non-storage booth side.
There was one other person in the restaurant. He was seated in a booth on the storage side. We found out he was the husband of the owner/waitress/cook. She told us that he recently had a stroke and had Palsey. - so she brings him to work with her so that she can watch him..
The food was not bad and the building could have been a-lot cleaner, Being an old country boy , good food normally outweighs a little dirt, but Judy had just told me about the pink slime she had read about in the news. That news item along with the restaurant's cleanliness issue and the sick old man in the corner. Well, I just couldn't finish that burger.
David's advise -----------
The Old River Road is for sightseeing only. If you find a restaurant and yours is the only car in the lot, don't go in.
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