Something Good to Eat and Something Good to Do

When our family is traveling, we stop to eat at Denny’s, Bob Evans, or Cracker Barrel.
Grandpa likes Cracker Barrel ‘cause he always orders off the breakfast menu, the Uncle Hershel selection, which is more food than a thresher could eat. At least that’s how grandpa says it, and he grew up on a farm.

So, coming out of West Virginia, near Rio Grande, Ohio, we saw a road sign for Bob Evans and stopped to eat. This particular restaurant was on a farm and surrounded by horse fences, barns, a historic village, and a farm implement museum. Come to find out we had arrived at the original Bob Evans Farm, where the original Bob Evans started a
little restaurant with four stools and six tables to showcase his homemade sausage.

Dad picked up a brochure and we started by walking down the property to a big white barn with animals. It was feeding time, and dad said, "Look here, Cody, they’re feeding the pigs."

My name is Cody Etu, 17. I am on a summer vacation with mom and dad and grandpa and grandma. I looked, but only saw two pigs, a big one and a little one. Their tails were all twisted up like corkscrews.

"These are pot-bellied pigs," the farm hand told us. "They’re more like pets than anything." The pigs turned their feed dishes upside down, banged them around against the fence, and made sure they got every lick of food out of them. It was pretty funny for a city kid like me.

Across the road were a couple of horses, just keeping an eye on us. Down the road were a bunch of old cabin-like buildings called the Adamsville Log Cabin Village. The buildings are all open for looking, and give you an idea of what life was like in 1805. I took this picture of it. If you see a sign above a door that says Low Door, take just a minute and pay attention to it.

I’m almost six feet tall. Come to find out the door is only five feet tall.

"Next time you see a sign pay more attention to it," grandpa said, as I rubbed the knot on my head.

Elsewhere on the farm are a display of hand-painted hats and a selection of vintage farm tools. Plus the restaurant, gift shop, and Bob Evans museum.

If you are hungry and are down here by the Ohio-West Virginia border, stop by for a taste of country life.

www.bobevans.com