Dinner at White Fence Farm

Pete, my dad, the dogs, and I all trekked out to White Fence Farm yesterday evening for dinner. My dad said he hadn't been there in over 40 years, even though he passes it from time to time during his travels. So we decided to stop by and have dinner. It was a very nice, relaxing time, and my dad and Pete had a great time running around, looking at all the antiques and curiosities afterward.

Here are some pix:


Dad and Pete checking out some motorcycles


Antique cars and assorted tchotchkes on display


Ironic chicken with chef hat emblem on carpeting


Pete in heaven, looking at all the goodies


The famous White Fence Farm chicken

Red Stripe + Gyro = Two Hungry Dogs

Not so much hungry for the Red Stripe, although I'm sure Adora would give it a try. (Note the scrubbed wooden kitchen floor they're standing on. I only have like 20 square feet of intense scrubbing to go. Sigh....)

This is what it's like for me when I eat a meal at home ALL THE TIME. I'm always surrounded by the animals salivating and begging. Even the cats join in.