First: Let me say that I am a fried chicken afficianado. Really. There are a few chicken places in the area that rate merit, but that is for later! Now, let's talk about Monte Ne.
This place has been here for decades. It is near Beaver Lake (one can actually smell the water from the restaurant)...meaning it is out of the city. The ambiance is "early American farm implement", with every sort of draw knift, bee hive smoker, two-man log saw, etc. on the wall. It's unusual that a foodie can tell you 90% of the usage of such tools....but I digress. The tables are set with vinal table cloths; napkins are of a heavy paper sort -- really cloth-like; not bad. Come in and sit down!
Reservations are encouraged; buisness is brisk. We were there on a Friday evening and the place was HOPPING. Why, I don't know.
As we sat, a baked bean crock with "just enough" bean "soup" was brought to the table. I had previosly been told that the bean soup was "to die for". What? You MUST be kidding! What was delivered to us was thin, tasteless, and had specks of "mystery meat". The menu headlines: Kettle of Homemade Bean Soup. Please. I'd pay you not to eat this again. If you
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