The goal for the morning of Tuesday June 22 with an intended noon-ish arrival was "The Hillbilly Hotdog" restaurant in Lesage, WV. Info was sparse but with growling gastro-spirits moving within us and a few online recommendations, we set off for another culinary experience. After more than a few twists and turns, including a stop for some photos of a way cool 1948 Buick Super, we came upon our far from subtle dining destination...... Holy Cow.... I mean HOLY PIG!
As you will see in the photos below, this pile of junk actually has a diner hidden in the midst of all the whimsically placed heaps-o-crap. Aside from the signage, the first hint of what we were in for was when R. went to open the door.... Well knowing that other patrons were inside, it was baffling when the turning and pulling of the doorknob was an exercise in futility. Eventually, the dim bulb in his supposedly educated brain took a moment to re-evaluate and Ta-Da! the real handle was on the other side..... we go into the the find the already initiated having kindred chuckles..... Har Har!
Well, once again, we were at a loss for words. Not surprisingly, the interior was not an homage to Bauhaus design nor Minimalism. Every square inch was covered with thousands of pieces of stuff/crap/junk/curiosities. In addition to the detritus, every open space on every item and surface had been signed by previous clients -- now we're talking the walls, ceilings, picture frames, light shades, posts and anything that could be "Sharpie-ized". The creative entrepreneurs had needed more seating space, so they simply pulled an old school bus up against the building and put in a little spacer to connect them and then added some tables and chairs... poof! Room for more. The place was action-packed with most seats full and a constant turnover. Not bad for a place on a small road miles from the nearest town.
Let's just let your imaginations fill in the blanks. The owner and Susan were instant buddies and everyone working there was having a grand old time. If one puts the appropriate tip into the jar, they all immediately jump into some crazy song and jig routine. While these folks are a fer piece from the likes of the Hatfields and McCoys nor did we see any banjo-playing Cretins or bloodhounds under the stove, they were very "down home and offbeat".
Note One: The menu offered a ridiculous variety of dogs -- mustard & relish.... puhleeeese!
We opted for "Chuck's Junkyard Dog" Everything!!! Homemade chili sauce, mustard, onions, ketchup, mayo, relish, kraut, nacho cheese, jalapenos and bbq. They were awesome.
Note Two: Ugh! It will be salad for days after that heart clogging dance with the food devil.
Love and sticky fingers,
Rodn-oink and Su-squealin'
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