As you know, we’re all about those little dives…those Mom and Pop places.
And since our trip today took us back to an area we visited several years ago, we decided to drive a few extra miles to the lunch spot in Prophetstown which we loved on our last trip through that part of Illinois.
A place called Prophet Restaurant in Prophetstown.
Big Mistake.
And let me say this will be one of the most brutal restaurant reviews I’ve ever posted. But there was SO MUCH to be sorry about.
In a nutshell…
The restaurant has new owners.
These new owners (possibly new to America) do NOT understand what the flavor profiles should be for the “American Food” they proudly say they are serving.
Recipes in small town restaurants should be homemade, with the cooks tasting their creations from the beginning to the end of preparation. Those “from scratch” foods that small-town Midwestern restaurants are FAMOUS for. The foods Mom made. The Mom who really knew how to COOK…and not just open a bag or a freezer door and throw something on a plate.
It was a pre-formed hockey puck of mystery meat. Not that amazing sandwich people drive MILES to experience in small restaurants all over the Heartland. Not even close.
And I asked for pickles and onion to top it. The slice of onion was about half an inch thick and the pickle was a wedge. I spent a few minutes breaking all of it into pieces and trying to stick it inside the bun…glued down with some off brand ketchup. Anybody who has ever eaten a tenderloin knows this is NOT they way it’s done!
And then came that PIE. While Hubby was waiting for it to be delivered, he wistfully told me of the chocolate pie he was picturing in his mind…those glorious pies made by an elderly lady in a small town on his UPS route. Her chocolate pie was amazing. Period.
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