Monday, November 30, 2009

Green From The Get-Go.

War Eagle Mill has operated in several different forms over the past 170 years. Hard to beat its longtime efforts to be green, organic, and local.

(this article appears in the December issue of Emerald City of the South)

The drive up to War Eagle is not one you take quickly. You might shave off a little time by hitching part of your ride on the interstate, but no matter where you come from, you end up on windy scenic two lane roads with miles of sky and fields (full of livestock and hay) aplenty.

Approaching from the south, you round a bend and suddenly you’re glancing out over a verdant plain below, green dotted
with the red of farm buildings and the far off site of a three story structure. That is your destination, that there yonder.

You snake down the side of the hill, roll out into a field, and wonder at the sign that states “War Eagle Craft Mill, next 10 exits.” Exits? You’re in a cow field, for heaven’s sake! Roll right with the road, down past a couple of barn-type buildings on the right and a couple of houses on the left, and then you’re at the bridge.

The bridge at War Eagle is nothing to sneeze at. It’s a 101 year old wood and steel framed monument to time, arching its single lane out over the greenish river below just down from the water break, coming to a landing beside the big red building you saw a mile back from on high. You have to slow down, to make sure no one’s coming from the other side, before you ease on over and back onto the security of the gravel.

You have arrived at War Eagle Mill.

The big gravel lot to the right is usually dotted with cars and motorcycles, sometimes with people just getting out of their vehicles, stretching their legs and visiting the facilities on the far side of the lot. Sometimes there will be children there with handfuls of corn from the converted candy machine, toddling after the ducks and geese that tend to wander up from the river below. Sometimes there’s just the hum of the afternoon and the swish-swish-swish of the waterwheel.

Up the stairs and past the “No Wet Feet” sign, you enter the Mill and are greeted with the everpresent churning and grinding of the millstone and machinery. Sometimes one of the folks working back in the rear will pour in whole grains to be busted apart and down by the stones. Or there will be a couple of people asking questions about the Mill’s operation. It always seems to smell good.

Shoppers come and go, checking out the calico-clad bags of flour and cornmeal and grains, or sampling some of the dips and jellies thoughtfully shared.

There are jams and salsas and cookies and all sorts of mixes and oven mitts and trivets and even fresh baked bread in tiny loaves to snack on, if you’re hankering for something to take with you. And there’s that smell… not just of the grains but of something else, something from the oven, that draws you upward.

You climb the stairs to the second floor, where all manners of cookware and quilts awaits. This is where you can find your non-edible souvenirs of the day, the knives and the stones and the honkin’ big cast iron Dutch ovens. And you can look out from a number of windows down on the water and the waterwheel and the bridge below.

But the scent drives you further upward, and you find yourself in the Bean Palace, the third floor of the Mill, with a hard-to-deny menu of simple things like beans and cornbread or a cornbread sandwich or, heaven help us, cobbler. Bits of history are tacked on angled ceilings and walls, bits of a past that’s embraced and treasured by those who work here and those who choose to make the trek, over and over again, to visit Arkansas’ only working grist mill.

***
The Green movement in Arkansas is not a new thing. It may be the flavor of the month, it may be “the new black” -- hell, it may be the vision of tomorrow for all that’s worthy. But as far back as our

grandparents’ grandparents ever recalled, this place has been operated by the harnessing of Mother Nature herself, not with coal or steam or lumber burning, but with the power of the War Eagle River.

Used to be, all the grain that came to the mill came from these parts. Farmers would bring bags and bushels of corn and wheat from their fields to the Mill to have the grain ground for their bread and sustenance. In those days there were no chemicals like Monsanto and Roundup and such to kill off the bugs and blight. The meal was pure.

Today, it still is, though the folks at War Eagle have to go further afar to find it. That surprised me, but once I heard TJ Young’s reasoning behind it, it made a lot of sense to me.

“Since we purchase organic grains, we go as far north as we can to find them. North and South Dakota, Minnesota, even Montana are all states where we find our grains. The reason for this has to do with the restrictions for insect control an organic farmer faces. The further north you go, the fewer varieties of insects there are for the farmers to defend against. That means cleaner grain for us and our customers.”

Young is the woman in the know at War Eagle. She’s in charge of groups and tours, and answers the questions that come into the website. She does say that there are some grains that do come from right here in Arkansas.

“There is one local farmer that grows a historic southern corn, known as Hickory Cane Corn, which he sells to us each year. We mill and sell this product, a semi-sweet white corn, only at our historic mill. Many of our senior customers say they remember seeing the corn in their father's field as a child.”

I mentioned earlier that the Mill’s been around for 170 years. That’s sorta true. It does span that length of time -- at least, the idea and presence of a mill structure on the river. But this is actually the fourth Mill. The first one was built in 1832. Young shares the narratives with groups that tour the Mill.

“The first Mill and Dam was built right around 1832-1834 by Sylvanus and Catherine Blackburn. This first Mill and Dam washed away in a flood in 1848 only to be immediately rebuilt by Sylvanus. By that time, the Mill had become a gathering place for the War Eagle community which had a sawmill (attached to the War Eagle Mill and stood where the road and on ramp for the bridge are now), blacksmith shop, church and school.

“The second Mill was burned by the Confederate troops, about three days before the battle of Pea Ridge in 1862. After the war, Sylvanus's son, James or J.A.C. as he was called, built the 3rd Mill in 1873. Only this time, instead of using water power as his father had in the previous two Mills, he used a steam powered turbine to operate the machinery. It was during the 3rd Mill's lifespan that the concrete dam was built, and still stands today.”

The third Mill burned in 1924. No one knows how it started. But the foundation sat baren for nearly 50 years. Young continues.

“A man name Jewell Medlin and his wife purchased a cabin on top of a hill that had the property with the Mill foundation included in the deed. Jewell contacted his daughter, Zoe, and asked if she would be interested in running a grist mill. Through time and trial and research, they successfully re-opened the War Eagle Mill, on the same foundation as the previous three, in 1973, 100 years after the opening of the third Mill.

“The current Mill is a replica of the third Mill with the exception of the annex on the side. However, this Mill is not steam powered. We have gone back to the natural and ‘green‘ way of doing things with water being the only source of power to our milling machine. We use the only working undershot, water goes under the wheel instead of over it, in the state of Arkansas and possibly the USA.”

Zoe and the man who would become her husband, Charlie Caywood, ran the mill for 30 years. They sold it in 2004 to Marty and Elise Roenigk of Eureka Springs, the owners of the Crescent and Basin Park Hotels. Today, Elise is the sole owner, Marty having been the victim of a car accident this past June.

Constructed in 1973 -- that makes the Mill as old as I am. It’s been in continual operation for 36 years now, and it’s in good shape. The wheel goes whenever it goes… all the time. That’s the nature of running water. The business of running the mill slows down during the winter months, and it’s open just a few days a week. During the summer and fall, though, it’s open every day.

Then there’s the Fair. Or Fairs, actually -- two of them. One in May, one in October, massive things that take over the landscape and bring thousands to the area. We’re not talking anything small here -- we’re talking colossal throngs of people.

“In the springtime we get about 90K here over 3 days. The spring fair is always the first weekend in May,” says Young. “The ‘biggie‘ as we call it here, is the Fall Arts & Crafts Fair, the third weekend in October, the 15th-18th this year. We turn into the largest town in Arkansas for four days. We see 250,000 plus over that four days. There is live entertainment, featuring a bluegrass group called Springstreet, on our front porch every day of the fair.”

It’s hard to imagine, looking out from the window on the third floor of the Mill, savoring a cornbread sandwich. You look out at the pastoral landscape across the bridge and take in the peacefulness of it all. It’s a quiet place. At least, right now it is.

I’ve been to the State Fair many times, and I know what sort of numbers that pass through those gates -- roughly 400,000 over ten days. Simple division tells me that War Eagle has to be larger. The fact that it runs concurrent to the State Fair… wow, that’s a lot of people. They come to see and purchase and experience. There are vendors that sell clothing, pottery, broken china jewelry, paintings, prints….

“(There’s) one gentleman named Peter Engler who hand carves Christmas Ornaments. There are many, many more that I cannot name, but between all three Fairs, we have close to 600 plus vendors,” Young tells me. Hence the “next 10 exits” sign on the way in. Ten exits, two lane roads, and a single lane bridge.

But I’ve gotten away for the reason I was sent up to the Mill. I was wondering how they fit into this picture, our modern world. The Mill is organic, sure -- and the waterwheel makes the grinding nature-powered and non-polluting. But how else is the Mill green? Looks red to me, from the outside.

Turns out, it’s everywhere. Everything that can be recycled is recycled, from the cardboard boxes that products are shipped in and out with, to the plastic and aluminum used on site. There are no chemicals used in food preparations, no chemicals, everything’s clean. The business purchases just about everything it sells that’s not produced at the Mill from local businesses in Arkansas and within the range of the Ozarks. It’s all available at the Mill, and a good amount of it all is available online as well.

I’d figure with the remote location that most of the business must come from the web. After all, how do you keep such an operation going when there aren’t but a half-dozen or so cars in the lot on a lazy Wednesday afternoon? Young has an answer for that, too.

“Even though our web business is growing by leaps and bounds, right now about 90% of our business still comes from visitors to the Mill and their purchases while they are here,“ she tells me. But there is a lot on the website that’s handy. “We have recently given our website a ‘facelift’ and that seems to have helped tremendously. There is now a recipe database that has recipes using our products. You can create your own account and save your favorites right there so you can use them later. If you forgot what you need to buy for them while you're here, we can pull it up for you.”

Considering the time of year, you may be wondering if this is the sort of place you want to choose for your holiday shopping. Perusing the online catalog, it seems most of the gifting baskets run in the neighborhood of $18 to $32. That’s pretty decent.

They managed to survive the big ice storm this past winter. While the Mill did go without power for a couple of weeks (the lights are still powered by the electric company), folks in the valley worked together to clear roads of downed trees. It did mean that the restaurant lost some food because there wasn’t power for the refrigerators, and the ice that paralyzed the area kept away customers. But good neighbors made a big difference.

“I do want to tell you that there is not a more hearty group of people than those here at War Eagle,” says Young. “People who could get out of their houses were grabbing their hand saws and chainsaws to help clear roads and driveways down to their neighbors houses and off the roads so emergency personnel could come if needed. From the moment trees started falling, all through the night, and for the next weeks, people all banded together to help.

“The loss was the greatest, of course, to all the trees we have here. Several were destroyed by the weight of the ice. Most of the damage is hidden by the leaves right now, but when they shed them, you'll be able to see the remnants of the disaster once again. A constant reminder to us all that we are at the mercy of the Lord and Mother Nature.”

Even with the lost trees, the area is gorgeous now. This fall the leaves will turn and the valley will erupt into a scale of colors from green to red, majestically crowning the river’s edges with flame like foliage.

***

I tend to be a target in the food community around these parts. I suppose that comes with the territory. You put your name out there and it’s attached to something, there’s bound to be someone passionate about it. It’s no secret that I review restaurants, and that I appreciate good old fashioned Arkansas fare to haute cuisine. I suppose it was how I was brought up.

The Bean Palace isn’t just an afterthought; it’s a restaurant all its own, certified USDA Organic. Not many places can make that claim. Bread, cornbread and pastry are all made from the grains ground downstairs; beans, smoked meats and fresh vegetables make up much of the rest of the menu.

I’ve had more than my share of Bean Palace cuisine. By the time you drive from Little Rock to the Mill, you tend to work up an appetite. First time I ate there, they had a daily special of Cornbread Chicken Pot Pie. Big hunks of chicken and vegetables in a slightly salty but somehow thick broth, with a big floating chunk of what they called Italian corn bread on top. Italian corn bread was just cornbread with spices in it, but
that was okay, it was splendid.

I spent one chilly late April afternoon in 2008 up on that top floor, thankfully nursing a bowl of cheese soup and a turkey sandwich on that fabulous white bread. At the time I was early on in my pregnancy, and the folks up there were kind and understanding. I must have sat up there for over an hour, praying away a little dizziness and then consoling myself with some of that seed-rich blackberry cobbler and Yarnell’s Vanilla Bean ice cream.

This latest trip, my husband and child came with me, along with another one of our traveling companions. South of us the sky was filled with rain-swollen pods

of pillow-thick clouds, dark against the horizon. But here the wind was sweet and the temperature for an August day a lazy 80 degrees. My husband tried out the meat-laden Chef’s Salad while I dithered over a turkey and cornbread sandwich, which held together just long enough for me to get halfway through before needing a fork. We handed the girl chunks of Southern fried potato, which she greedily tried to grab herself. Tea served up in Mason jars and some sugarless apple cobbler for dessert about topped us off.

It had taken us close to four hours to make it up here, to capture a bit of the story and to snag lunch on high above the river, but it felt like we were miles further away. The afternoon was passing by around us, yet there was no hurry here. It’d be harder to get further away from the busy lives we lead in the city.

But eventually the pull of the city drew us away again. We headed downstairs, picked up staples for our pantries and perused the jams and jellies. I picked up a 10 pound bag of organic whole wheat flour and a big pack of seven grain cereal for the bread I wanted to try out in the bread maker (as much as I wish I had time to hand-kneed, you don’t get to use that time when you have a small child) and white cornmeal for Johnnycakes for the next couple of weeks. We passed off our salutations and headed back on the road, savoring the last of the beautiful scenery and counting off in our minds how long it would be before we made the trek again.

War Eagle Mill is open throughout the year. From March through December it’s open every day from 8:30 a.m. to 5 p.m., with the exception of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. It closes at 2 p.m. Christmas Eve and 3 p.m. New Year’s Eve so its employees can spend time with their families. In January and February it’s open Thursday-Sunday. For more information, log onto the Mill’s website or call (866) 492-7324.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Meats and More Meats at Kent's Downtown and The Meat Shoppe.


Mail order meat is not the be-all and end-all of holiday meat procurement. Downtown Little Rock is now home to a smorgasbord of traditional holiday meat choices, thanks to Kent Berry and his burgeoning meat counter in the River Market’s Oppenheimer Hall.



Kent’s Downtown is an extension of The Meat Shoppe, the Gravel Ridge mainstay where savory meats can be picked up or eaten for lunch. Berry’s stores carry Petit Jean meats and his own barbecue sauce, perfect for ribs or pork roast.


One of his creations is sure to stir up trouble in the form of grabbing hands and flying forks at the dinner table. The Italian Pork Roast is a pork loin spiced and stuffed with pepperoni, salami, provolone and mozzarella that just might start a new tradition at your home, Mamma Mia… that’s a good-a pork roast.


Homemade summer sausages, Andouille, pork butt and beef brisket are also items you might consider putting in your basket.

KENT’S DOWNTOWN/THE MEAT SHOPPE. Pork loin, pork butt, Italian pork roast, Andouille, summer sausage, beef brisket, and a pork-friendly barbecue sauce. Order on-site at the store or call Kent Berry and ask for shipping possibilities. RANGE: By the pound, ranging from $2.99 for pork chops to $4.99 for Italian pork roast on up. ONLINE: www.meatshoppe.com. PHONE: (501) 833-2100. STORE: Oppenheimer Hall at the River Market, The Meat Shoppe at 14509 Highway 107 Suite A in Jacksonville.




Saturday, November 21, 2009

Romance and Italian Food Go Hand in Hand at Katherine's Cafe Amore in Eureka Springs.

Ah, romance. There are things in this world that just cry out romantic… roses, Valentines, those cute teddy bears with magnets in their noses that look like they’re kissing. And Italian food.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Grand Escape.

Let’s face it. I’m a sucker for romance. Not the Victorian frilled heart sort of romance we see from greeting cards and Valentines. Not puppy dog posters or anything that comes from a suggestion list or out of a box. I like romance that seems organic and feels real.

And I found it in Eureka Springs this past weekend.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate efforts. But for our 10th wedding anniversary, my husband and I needed an escape worthy of celebrating a decade of love (or at least mutual tolerance).

We found it… at a new place, The Grand Treehouse Resort.

Six brand new treehouses out west of downtown on Highway 62, tucked back along a ridge off the north side of the road, somehow quiet despite traffic not far away. They blend into their surroundings with a quiet calm that befits a proper retreat.

We landed there on a Thursday afternoon in November, ready to stretch our legs after the drive up from Little Rock. Check-in was quick and easy, and we were guided to our own private driveway by our cabin, Big Pine.

The sinking sun was stretching out those last rays of daylight as we approached. My husband gleefully climbed the stairs and clambered across the wood and rope bridges up to the front door.

We stepped through the gigantic rustic doorway and into the single large room, quickly overcome by the elegant simplicity of it all. A large dark bed decadently clothed in a lush duvet and pillows crouched in an alcove along the eastern wall, flanked by matching oval bedtables and pendant lights, their dimmer switches close at hand. An easy chair to our right invited us to set down our belongings and settle within its ample space.

Overhead, the ceiling arched to a peak above the center of the room. A small drop leaf table and two chairs looked like a good place to plunk down our few technological connections to the outside world for a charging.




The other side of the cabin offered even better amenities. The kitchenette’s small but ample fridge was a surprise -- finally, a place where you can fit more than a single ice cube tray! A microwave and coffee maker graced the counter; I noticed the packets of green and Earl Grey teas and the carefully labeled jars of sugar and creamer immediately, and the honeybear, too.

The one separate area in the whole treehouse is the closet where the toilet is housed, deceptively large thanks to a “bumpout” in the cottage, with its own window and hooks to hang belongings.

A two person shower and marble-topped vanity faced off elegantly across the bathroom area hall. Beyond, my biggest thrill, a two-person jetted tub set into a window. Roman blinds perched above the alcove.

And out back, a small deck with two chairs, with a candle lantern hanging above. I noticed that there was an outdoor electrical light as well.

Turning back to the middle of the room, I noticed the gas fireplace, operated by a single switch on the wall. Of course I had to turn it on. Above it, a 32” flat screen TV clung to the wall, sharing a DVD of a fish tank in action. Ah, what a sanctuary.

It didn’t take us long to discover treats left for us in the fridge -- fresh orange juice and two slices of homemade cheesecake, one with layers of deepening chocolate, the other raspberry and cream on a dark chocolate crust. These we saved for the morning, enjoying our orange juice with champagne for breakfast mimosas.

We settled in a bit before heading out for dinner at Café Amore down the highway. On returning I was able to enjoy the splendor of the bath. I quickly noticed a few things. One, the available candle for light at the end of the tub. Two, the way the treehouse was angled, I had the privacy I wanted without having to drop the Roman shades. And three, the windows each have crank windows that swing out the glass and leave just a screen between the bather and the outside world. Even on a cool night as this, the breeze was welcome, and I listened to the season’s last crickets as they chirped their autumn tunes.



My husband’s the one who realized that the deck was also very secluded and private. One side of the structure is a privacy fence; a second is the alcove from the bath; the third, a railing for this balcony that encompasses nothing but forest in its view.

We both agreed, we loved the door to the tree- house. The big solid oaken door is like that you might find on a tavern or speak- easy. Instead of a peephole there’s a full six-inch square miniature door at eye level. It gave us ideas for our own home. Blue stained glass filled the slender windows on either side.

Daybreak came at 6:30am, when rose-colored light from the sunrise flooded across the floorboards. We hadn’t considered this when we had retired for the night, and I found myself sleepily acknowledging the beauty of the moment as I padded across the floor, flipped the in-door blinds on the French doors to the deck and pulled close the heavy drapes on the window right by. I tumbled back into bed and we snoozed until the light streamed in through the stained glass in the long narrow window over the bed, spreading stripes of blue and green on the fireplace wall.

Showering was a pleasure, with about as much hot water as we could handle. I suspected that, considering the layout of the treehouse, that hot water must be supplied by an inline on demand heater. Indeed, throughout our visit we never ran out of steamy water. Better still was stepping out and enjoying a warm towel straight off the heated towel rack. A special treat.

We lingered at the treehouse far longer than we had allotted in our itinerary. I wondered if perhaps that was because we were so comfortable. Or maybe it was because there was no pesky housekeeper demanding the opportunity to perform their duties on a schedule. In fact, we were left to our own devices for most of our stay.

We dropped back by before dinner, and our kind host came over and offered us more tea for our stay, having noted that we’d already broken into the provided stash. Then off to dinner at The Grand Tavern to celebrate our anniversary.

We returned late in the evening and spent time on the deck, noting the quiet and the lovely breezes that passed. Once we were ready for turning in, the gas fireplace warmed our toes.

Indeed, we were not ready to leave the next morning, and if we’d had more time we would have happily spent another night.

We spoke with Frank Green, our kind and thoughtful host, for a while before leaving Eureka Springs. We were surprised to find that the property had only been operational three months. Each one of the treehouses was a little different -- but all included the tubs, the pillow top beds, the private decks and the seclusion of a relaxing retreat. The stained glass and gorgeous views were another pleasant touch.

As we headed for home, both of us agreed that we’d love to spend another weekend or two at The Grand Treehouse Resort, and perhaps this would be a good place to celebrate our anniversaries. These two-person maximum, no children allowed treehouses are quiet and beautiful, and just might be the perfect place to escape from the world.

So I’m actually working against myself here telling you about them. After all, once word gets out how special this place is, we might have a hard time reserving a treehouse for our special rendezvous.

But, dear reader, that’s what I do, tell people about where I go and what I do. Each one rents for $149-$165, depending on the time of the year and the time of the week and all of that. They’re all $165 during October, prime fall foliage season. If you’re interested in learning more, check out The Grand Treehouse Resort website or call (479) 253-TREE.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

True Love at Katherine's Cafe Amore in Eureka Springs.

Ah, romance. There are things in this world that just cry out romantic… roses, Valentines, those cute teddy bears with magnets in their noses that look like they’re kissing. And Italian food.

It’s ingrained into us through film and television. Those proposals in a dark restaurant when someone’s playing a violin and Chianti pours from a wicker-clad bottle. Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra and “That’s Amore” and even the scene from Lady and the Tramp where they’re eating spaghetti. Italian food means love.

That’s exactly the sort of vibe I got when I walked into Café Amore in Eureka Springs. We’d headed up there for a variety of reasons, including the chance to enjoy the Food and Wine Weekend (which was incredible). But the bigger reason was the celebration of our 10th wedding anniversary. The restaurant was comfortable inside, not too dark but with plenty of accent lighting and little lamps on tables. There was some local artwork and framed signed photographs here and there. We were told to sit anywhere we wanted and found a nice booth tucked back in a corner.

We started with the House Sampler ($7.95), a combination of Caprese Salad, bruschetta and olive tapenade served up with flatbread crackers and drizzled with a sweet balsamic vinaigrette reduction. It’s a departure from the norm -- instead of thick slices of Italian bread that tend to be the star of the show, the bruschetta and tapenade were presented as toppings for the crackers, and it worked. What worked better was that reduction sauce -- tart and tangy and sweet and a really wake-up for the plate.


We dallied through the menu in search of dinner, contemplating pizza before absorbing ourselves in the dinner menu. The hubster chose Scampi D’Amore ($17.45), Fettuccini in a creamy pink sauce topped with the bruschetta mix and five plump shrimp. For once, really, these were shrimp to brag about. I cannot tell you how many places and how many times I’ve encountered overcooked shrimp -- but not here. They were pink and perfect and just lovely atop the noodles.


I went for the Tri-Colored Cheese Tortellini with Pesto and Shrimp ($12.95 or $16.95 with the shrimp), and was happy. Café Amore’s pesto is creamy and full of walnuts, and it gives a meaty feel to the dinner. The tortellini were bright and soft, and once again the shrimp were cooked to perfection. And that balsamic reduction was present here, too -- drizzled on the rim of the plate. It was fantastic to sop up a little with each bite, a bright and tangy counterpoint. And after trying the sauce, I want to go back and try the Pesto Pizza with its mozzarella, tomatoes and Parmesan.

All the sauces at Café Amore are made on-site, and it shows. The freshness was well-received.


Our hostess talked us into dessert… boy, did she ever. Saucy descriptions were better than the clearest full-color illustration money could buy. We were hooked. The hubster went for the Tiramisu Amore -- traditional Tiramisu but with layers of amaretto, brandy and rum within. Lick-the-glass-clean good.

I chose the Slow Death by Chocolate cake, a multi-chocolate cake that’s cooked in a water bath, which gave it this amazing texture somewhere between a custard and a brownie, just full of smooth chocolate and dark chocolate and chocolate chips. Almost too much chocolate, but hey, it was a special occasion. All desserts run $4.95. Other choices include crème brulee and Grandma Gerrie’s Carrot Cake.

Café Amore also does wine -- $3.95 a glass for the usual suspects (Cabernet Sauvignon, White Zin, Merlot, Chianti, Chardonnay) and has a wine list as well. There’s beer on tap, served in chilled mugs, and something called a Sicilian Margarita. We have got to stop back in some times and try the pizzas -- the diners at the table nearest ours kept raving and ordered a second. The dough is made fresh daily, and the meatballs are hand-rolled.

You’ll find Café Amore across from the Pine Mountain Jamboree on Highway 62 in Eureka Springs. They’re specifically a dinner-only joint, opening at 5 p.m. Thursday through Sunday. Take someone you love. (479) 253-7192.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dan's I-30 Diner by the Interstate in Benton.

I get a lot of recommendations in this job, and sometimes it takes me a while to get out and try them all. Part of that is just simple logic -- there's just so much a person should eat in a day. There's economy -- can't afford to eat out for every meal. And there's healthy eating as well... I can't guarantee that what I might find at a restaurant I've never been to before is going to serve up food that's reasonable in fat and fiber and calories, much less palatable.

So it's taken me a couple of months to get out to Dan's I-30 Diner. Actually, I did try a couple of weeks ago, but didn't realize they closed at 2pm. Glad I went, though.

I walked in and was told I could go sit where I liked.  A rather thorough waitress came over and took my drink order.  I asked her if I should go for breakfast or lunch, and she told me both were good but the biscuits weren't as fresh as she'd like them by this point of the day.  I happily ordered lunch.


I know, I say a lot of things like "I was surprised that" or "it was remarkably good."  I tend to cheerlead a bit over some of the restaurants I find.  So let me put it to you another way.  The combination of warmth, flavor, and variety in my lunchtime repast filled me not just with food but with pleasure.

There were several choices on the plate lunch special on the board -- hamburger steak, chicken or catfish tenders, or chicken dressing for entrees, everything from pinto beans to turnip greens for sides.  I'd asked the waitress which she'd chose, and she'd suggested the chicken dressing, and she was right.  By gum, it was some of the best cornbread-based dressing I've ever tried, with big hanks of pulled chicken and a little cup of cranberry orange relish served on the side.



The sweet potato casserole had this nice crunchy top of caramelized sugar and nuts on it.  And the Devilled Egg Potato Salad was the best potato salad I'd had in quite some time, very tangy and eggy.  My waitress also brought not only cornbread but a roll, told me she couldn't remember which I'd asked for.  The roll was a little moist and very soft, of the Parker House category.  The cornbread was Arkansas style, unsweet except from what sweetness came from the corn, and made from white flour.

This little repast set me back all of $6.95.  I was disappointed... because I couldn't help but get stuffed and had to turn down a slice of homemade egg custard pie ($1.99).

So I get to the register to pay, and see this sign.  Had to ask about it.  That chicken dressing I had for lunch?  Turns out you can order it for Thanksgiving, $15.50 for a half pan or $27.50 for a whole one.  Same for the sweet potato casserole or the apple or cherry cobblers.  I'm going to have to give that some serious thought.  I'm telling you, that dressing was good.

You'll find Dan's I-30 Diner on the westbound service road next to the Best Western in Benton.  You'll have to take the Congo Road exit either direction to get there.  They're open 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. every day except Sunday -- and, for those who already know about the diner but don't know this -- a sign on the door announced that they're now open 8 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. on Sunday.  (501) 778-4116.