Bob Evans Restaurant

Almost reminded me of being a kid, again. I grew up in West Virginia, not to far across the river from the original Bob Evans. I am always tempted to stop in regardless of whether it is meal time or not. I was treated by a shower of broken dishes and apple butter during a recent brunch stop over the weekend. The staff apologized and blotted what they could off of me. It was an accident and accidents happen. I just had to be careful the rest of the day not to stand still or bees would land on me... True good cooking and honest people working to make sure your belly is full.…