Those of you who appreciate fine dining must check out the Post House, a truck stop at the intersection of 57 and 585. The Aunties and I look forward to their crinkle fries and blackberry pie with exuberant enthusiasm. We have even been known to lick the pie plates. In public. With other people around. It’s just that good. The ambience leaves much to desire, but sometimes, vinyl seats, wood-panelling, and a key to use in the rest-room door make a nice change from, well, taste.
crazy sillies!