As we were getting ready to head home from Versailles yesterday, Cliff's cousin was giving us directions to a certain curvy road we like when we're down there on the motorcycle.
"Oh," he said, "You'll be going right past Burgers' Smokehouse. You can stop in there and get some of their meat."
When I found out their main product was ham, I told him Cliff didn't need any of that salty stuff, and I would have thought no more about it; but along the road, we kept on seeing these signs advertising the place, and it made us curious. So we turned in at the entrance and followed a nice asphalt drive back into the woods. We were surprised to find such a big operation there!
Once inside, we found lots of things to look at: Dioramas like this
Antiques like this....
All kinds of meats
... a deli counter where they'll make a sandwich for you
and interesting pictures and stories about their history.
I'm glad Darryl mentioned the place. Oh yeah, and we got a half-pound of very salty, old-fashioned, country-cured ham. We had ham sandwiches for supper when we got home. On 50 highway coming home, all the cars were on the other side, heading toward the lake. So we had easy going, and no traffic to fight.