I have a few friends who rave about Hickory House. Kayla, in particular, may be the president of its fan club. Because it's a little ways south of Morgantown, I haven't been able to get there until recently when I was in the area for the Italian festival. Finally. My chance.
I'd try to explain how to get there, but I'll spare you. Google it.
The restaurant is actually much larger than I thought once I was inside. It's homey and country and fairly busy. The menu has mouthwatering bbq meals and sides. I ordered the pulled pork sandwich with a side of macaroni and cheese.
Two kinds of sauce were already on the table - a regular and spicy. I took a little of both and mixed them and dipped just about every bite into that sauce. So good. Tangy and spicy and thick. The pork was tender and the bun was nice and warm. Super good sandwich. And the macaroni and cheese - homemade.
All for a good price, too!
Grade: A
I'd try to explain how to get there, but I'll spare you. Google it.

Two kinds of sauce were already on the table - a regular and spicy. I took a little of both and mixed them and dipped just about every bite into that sauce. So good. Tangy and spicy and thick. The pork was tender and the bun was nice and warm. Super good sandwich. And the macaroni and cheese - homemade.
All for a good price, too!
Grade: A

The birthplace of the pepperoni roll. Or at least one of the few rumored places. I wanted to come back to where it all started. What began as a portable lunch for miners turned into a symbol of the state. The pepperoni roll is unique to our state, and most outside of the area haven't had the pleasure of a warm, soft pepperoni roll.
Country Club sits back off the road in a nondescript building. There really isn't anywhere to sit inside. Instead, grab one or a dozen and head out. They also have other bakery goodies. That seems to be what most folks do, as I saw a handful of people park, walk in and walk out with a bag just during the few minutes I was in my car.
After Joel and I got our pepperoni rolls, he tried to explain to me how they were baked in order to get the perfectly fluffy but not too greasy bread as we sat in my car. I won't try to type all the specifics he had, but I know this: They're good.

Grade: A

Little Sandy's is just a local place that folks in the area rave about. Good, home cooked food that isn't really anything special.
We went for breakfast - pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, biscuits and gravy. All that good stuff. County-fried steak caught my eye. I don't see that all the time. So I went with that + over-easy eggs, home fries and toast.
Before we talk food, let's talk atmosphere. Surly waitresses, slightly sticky tables and lots of flies. Greasy spoon.
The country-fried steak was tasty. Crisp and tons of gravy. How can that not be good? Home fries were flavorful, but I wish they were a bit more crisp. Some were soggy. And my eggs were a little Overcooked, but I still had enough yolk to spread around and sop up with the bread.

If you're looking for basic, home cooked food this is your place. But don't expect five-star service or unique dishes. Do expect a good meal at a good price that tastes just like home
Grade: B

After our adventure at Copper House Grill, Afton and I drove down the road to DJ's 50s and 60s Diner for dessert.
This place is essentially a tin trailer and tries to give off this genuine, old character feel which is completely manufactured. Records from bands in the 50s and 60s line the wall along with pictures. I imagine 50 other of these same restaurants having the exact same decor.
And THE MUSIC. Was SO LOUD I could barely hear Afton across from me. Sigh. The ambiance needs helpp. OK. Dessert.
I ordered the banana split at $6. I do love the idea of this old diner (ie I dig a good banana split or burger), but I just wish it wasn't as generic. When the banana split came out, it was a sight. Three giant scoops of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup, caramel, sprinkles, nuts and cherries. It was a mess. A beautiful mess.

Grade: C
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