Unbridled_Passion
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The Hen House
The rustic red outer walls was capped with a long sloping tin roof. Even though there is no weather vane, adorned with a rooster and directions pointing to the heavens, south, the southern hospitality is warm and fresh as the daily special. Rail Road tracks crossed the front door by a stones throw and seemed Even closer when a train whisks by.
The ambiance was obvious, a room full of cocks and pullets in a diner with little more than a dozen tables covered with red and white picnic pattern table cloths. The town was named for its location, Riverside. The café' was named for its gourmet specialty, The Hen House.
The Hen House
The rustic red outer walls was capped with a long sloping tin roof. Even though there is no weather vane, adorned with a rooster and directions pointing to the heavens, south, the southern hospitality is warm and fresh as the daily special. Rail Road tracks crossed the front door by a stones throw and seemed Even closer when a train whisks by.
The ambiance was obvious, a room full of cocks and pullets in a diner with little more than a dozen tables covered with red and white picnic pattern table cloths. The town was named for its location, Riverside. The café' was named for its gourmet specialty, The Hen House.
