It’s a great little place, in the middle of nowhere and the staff are very friendly. They can’t seem to remember orders (Prybar is always the last to be served because they always forget to produce his order – in this case, a mug of chili). We had our pie, which was very nice but not up to the standards that our father set over the years. Still, dad didn’t have an old trolley car sitting next to the kitchen, so the SSSS is one up.
After a very tiring day, we again withdrew to the Beast for the night, listening to thousands of trains backing up. It turns out that is what the noise really is.... A bunch of trains in a rail yard just up the road.