Why do we travel? Primarily, it's because we want to have an adventure. We want the thrill of discovering something new--breathtaking scenery, interesting cities, different cultures. We want to experience the exotic, moving from mundane routines into the out-of-the-ordinary. And we want to give our kids lifelong experiences, teaching them to open their minds and learn from the people of different regions/nations.
We also want them to broaden their tastes, and to have high standards. If my kids had their way, they'd eat at McDonald's for every meal. It is our job as parents to enlighten them, and educate them on what fine dining is truly all about. We adults can appreciate the work of a true gourmand, the delectable joie-de-vivre that infuses every dish, as it were. If we are to embrace new cultures, this includes the cuisine. As I research our travels, I try to find restaurants that embrace this spirit.
Also, it helps if they have a huge X-Wing fighter in the parking lot.
Ok, most of you know that I prefer a good diner or greasy spoon over a gourmet experience. I'd rather pay $15 for a steak at the Outback than $50 for 3 artfully-arranged lima beans at some French place I can't pronounce. Thankfully, Julie feels the same way, so it's not an issue at our house. (She once begged me to take her to the Waffle House on our honeymoon--true story.)
We have several sources we look to for eateries--mostly TV shows such as
Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives on the Food Network or
Man V. Food and Food Paradise (including the wonderful Bacon Paradise) on the Travel Channel. When I was researching this road trip and had our hotel booked, I went to the
Bible of Greasy Spoons (Roadfood.com) to browse and see if there was anything nearby that looked appealing. And lo and behold, there in nearby Kent, Ohio, was
Mike's Place. It appeared to have a huge menu with plenty of options. Then I saw the picture of the giant X-Wing fighter in the parking lot and told Julie, "That's where we're eating." She drew the line at wearing the Princess Leia danish hair-do, though.
I love the look on Sarah's face in this picture:
I know there's a lot of worry about our economy these days, but don't fret. The Rebel Alliance only buys American-made products:
If you prefer medieval battles to space dogfights, there's a castle with a catapult on the roof in the back.
The interior was just as...um...impressive. You can eat inside a boat, a tiki hut, or even a full-size bus:
Note the Star Tours bumper sticker. And you thought this TR wasn't Disney-related.
The menu was huge, and very fun to read. Here's the kids' menu. How many parents would want to order that last item, only to be discouraged by the price?
And here are the rules for eating at Mike's Place. I don't have time to type them all up, but here are a couple of my favorites:
- We serve breakfast all day because we don't know when your lazy butts got out of bed.
- We realize the ingredients are similar (water, grains and yeast), but you may NOT substitute beer for toast.
- Please flush the toilets. (the kitchen needs the water!)
If you go to their website, you'll discover that the restaurant even has its own obnoxious theme song. And the X-wing is offered for sale in its online store. However, there is no CarFax report available and you have to call for the price.
They also have an eating contest, so expect Adam Richman to show up at some point. You have to take on the "Mighty Stu-anator". It's a sandwich featuring 68 oz. of ground beef, onions, mushrooms, American, Swiss, lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mustard, mayo and topped with fries, curly fries and 3 pickles. Finish it in 30 minutes and you get a t-shirt, your picture on the wall, and your food is free. Who's in?
I had a chicken parmesan sandwich big enough to feed the San Diego Chargers. It even had a steak knife holding it together.
Truth be told, it was just ok. It was heavy on the chicken and light on the parmesan. Loading it up with that much chicken made it seem dry, and it could have used more marinara sauce. But not bad. Julie raved about her "Julius Cheezer" sandwich, which was cheese, bacon and tomato on grilled Texas Toast. Portions were huge all around. Even Scotty had trouble with his kids-size hot dog.
Well, I've held you off long enough. Time for the long-promised return of toilet jokes. At one point, I had to go to the bathroom. When I returned to the table, I informed Julie, "Honey--I'm gonna need the camera." With a look of trepidation, she passed it to me. Naturally, Dave immediately was curious and wanted to follow along. I simply wanted to document the, uh, decorations.
This sign was posted on the stall door. This would certainly make life difficult.
Dave got such a kick out of it that he decided to read me each and every sign. Then he decided he needed to use the facilities. When we returned to the table, I informed Julie that we now owed a $50 fine.
A little while later, Bob's son decided that he also needed to go. And eventually, Bob also confirmed that his son would be fined as well. But they really enjoyed their food as well, so they had that going for them, which was nice.
All in all, we had a great time. Most of the meal was spent giggling at the sheer outlandish-ness (is that a word?) of the place. Would we go back? Yes. Yes, we would. I would probably order something else on the menu, though. Maybe the pancakes with crushed Oreos in them.
Coming Up Next: The Pro Football Hall of Fame. Hopefully it won't be a bust.*
Horrible pun in honor of FreezinRafiki.