...or mebbe a better name for the place is Anthrax House.
After hearing - for years - how the Antrim House in Greencastle is a landmark of quality dining we tried it over the weekend and have but one response:
Barf-o-rama.
We should have known when we walked in the door and viewed the 40 year old "decor" held together with institutional green paint - everywhere! - and an overwhelming odor of rancid grease.
No wonder. Our meals were apparently prepared in said grease and, after two bites a piece, we shuddered, looked at each other with quizzical looks, dropped our forks and said:
PUKE!
Of course the tide of blue-hairs (presumably just back from attending services to worship their imaginary Friend-in-the-Sky) all seemed to love the mushy brown things on their plates but Jeez Louise!
If this is what passes for high cuisine in these parts then help us!
We quickly left to wash our mouths out at the local McDonalds. (No we didn't there either - we've sworn off ANY Piggsylvania eating establishment.)
