Showing posts with label Altus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Altus. Show all posts

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Grapes betwixt my toes.


I make no bones about it; I’m a rather large fan of the homegrown small town festival. There’s something about walking amongst people who have grown up together, lived together, enjoyed life together that brings out the best in a community. Far better than the open alleyways of carnival barkers at fairs or rubbing elbows with the hoi polloi at high class society events for me.

One that holds a special place in my heart is the Altus Grape Festival. Held each year on the town square in the belly of Arkansas Wine Country, it’s an unassuming little festival dwarfed by bigger things on the calendar (this year, by the World Championship Cardboard Boat Races in Heber Springs). But it’s very special, and this year I’m going back.

I’m no stranger there. Many times have I parked my car along the square in Altus or in grass in a nearby lot, gotten out of the car and stretched and headed for the action. Action, in this case, takes place mostly on a single city block separated from Highway 64 by a small access road. Altus City Park is a nice piece of land, dotted with trees on its south edge and outlined with little community streets and buildings. There’s a gazebo, and across the street on the south side you’ll find Kelt’s, one of my favorite pubs in the world. Considering where I’ve been across these United States, that’s saying something.

The trick is to go early in the morning and make a day of it. The festival activities all get started Friday night around 5 p.m. and last all day Saturday. I like to go early Saturday morning, leaving the house before daybreak and arriving while there’s still dew on the grass, while everyone’s still waking up and getting about putting out their wares and their samples and stuff for the day.

There’s always grapes, even in spare years like 2007 when the late rain and freezes knocked back the crops to almost nothing. There are muscadines, big thick skinned Arkansas grapes that make you pucker and drool. I love muscadines with an eerie passion, recalling the days when finding a vine out in the woods meant not just quick joy but months of jelly at the table. There are always baskets of both for sale, from pints to quarts to half bushels if you want them. It’s prime picking for folks who want to put up their own jams and jellies or who want to try their hands at winemaking.

And of course there’s wine, not just from the Post Familie or the Wiederkehrs or Mount Bethel or Chateaux aux Arc or even Cowie from across the river in Paris -- but from amateur winemakers from all over the state, competing their hearts out, hoping for that ribbon of validation from the judges to certify that they done good in that arena. You can always tell the winners, their beaming faces usually accompanied by hands holding bottles offering samples.

And the samples… the wineries have them, and plenty of them. While the cups are small, I’ve never seen anyone forced away from the counter, and I’ve sampled many myself.

And there’s the grape stomping, of course. It’s part of the Bavarian tradition, the same that brought the ancestors of the Post and Wiederkehr families across the ocean to settle in these rocky crags north of the Arkansas River. Close to two centuries ago the first settlers came through the River Valley and sent back word of the black soil, the strange temperance of the hills, the endless sunlight. The families came and took root here -- and through the generations those family ties have remained strong. A few years ago I was speaking with Joseph Post about the phenomenon, and he pointed out to me that there were family ties between all the wineries, some by blood and others by marriage.

But I was talking about the grape stomping, which usually takes place on a stage where the world can watch you. I’ve watched with envy the fun the participants have in the endeavor, no sense of shame holding them back from rolling up their jean legs and dancing around like purple-tinted banshees in the tubs. I’ve watched, but never joined them. Something kept telling me that there’s a sense of propriety that every television producer should have, to not become part of the story. So I abstained.

I realized something this year, though. I’ve been out of that medium for a while now. I’ve shared my experiences and explored this state and points beyond with relish, and the fears I had about embarrassing myself are long gone. So yes, I’m going back to Altus this year. And I’m going to join the dance where the juice dribbles between one’s toes. I’m going to the grape stomp, and I will do it without inhibitions. Because there’s a comfortable place you can find in the little burg of Altus, and this festival represents every piece of that comfort. Go, enjoy it.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Awesome, Strange and Fun.

Arkansas summer festivals are a range of local foods, song lyrics and various modes of transportation.

Our home state is blessed with a plethora of strange and delightful festivals during the summer months. Most involve some element of food, either a regional fruit or vegetable just in season or a special type of preparation. Many involve bits of culture unique to the area, and quite a few are noted for their “rides.” A rundown of some of my off-beat late summer favorites.

Food:
Bountiful Arkansas Weekend. This two day festival on the grounds of the Winthrop Rockefeller Institute atop Petit Jean Mountain celebrates Arkansas’ bounty by sharing with others heritage fruits and vegetables, historical farming methods and a unique Arkansas native and traditional tomato tasting. Go to learn about organic farming methods, stay for the demonstrations and to pick up seeds for your home garden. While you’re up there, catch lunch at WRI’s River Rock Grill. July 16-17. uawri.org

Altus Grape Festival. Ever feel the urge to re-enact the I Love Lucy grape stomping episode? This is where to go. The annual grape stomp is just part of the fun. Unlimited wine tastings from the area’s four wineries, the amateur winemaking competition and tours of all the local wineries are just part of the fun. If you’re of the bearded-and-bouncy sort, you might consider going out for the Bacchus look-alike contest. Take your lunch or head over to Kelt’s Pub for a refreshing pint and a corned beef sandwich while you’re there. July 30-31st at Altus City Park in, where else, Altus. altusgrapefest.com

Tontitown Grape Festival. A great place to go if you want to enjoy the culinary experience of -- fried chicken and spaghetti. No joke. This sweet little festival is one of Arkansas’ oldest, offering up a midway for kids, a fantastic book sale and of course the famed Italian (pronounced Eye-talian) spaghetti dinners made from scratch, noodles and all. There’s also grape ice cream. While you’re in the area, swing over to Springdale for more fried chicken at the (should be World Famous) AQ Chicken House. August 3-7 at the St. Joseph Festival Grounds in Tontitown. tontitowngrapefestival.com

Hope Watermelon Festival. The home of Arkansas’ largest watermelons celebrates the fruit with lawn mower races and seed spitting. In September 2005, the world’s largest melon (weighing in at 268.8 lbs.) was pulled from a field in the area, earning a spot in the Guinness Book of World Records and returning the title of “Home of the World’s Largest Watermelon” to Hope. Check out the plaque by visiting Dos Loco Gringos in town. August 12-14 at Fair Park in Hope. hopemelonfest.com

Cave City Watermelon Festival. Hope may have the largest melons, but Cave City has the sweetest, certified by the University of Arkansas for the rich melon-perfect soil found in the area. This simple hometown festival features gospel music, community events and a free watermelon feast provided by area growers. Heading back, stop by China King Buffet, just before you get into Batesville proper. A substantially large selection of Chinese food, sushi and (inexplicably but welcome) hand scooped ice cream. Just don’t take more than what you plan to eat. August 12-14 at Cave City City Park. cavecityarkansas.info

Strange names:
Dumas Ding Dong Daddy Days. It’s always fun to hear someone on NPR try to pronounce the name of this festival. Named after the popular song written by Phil Baxter and favored by Louis Armstrong, the festival celebrates the Delta with barbecue, a Ding Dong eating contest and a moustache contest, among other things. July 22-25 in downtown Dumas. dumasar.net

Ozark Deaf Timberfest. No, the timber’s not deaf. This decade-old festival hosted by the Little Rock Association of the Deaf features lumberjack games and logging related competitions. August 13-14 at Byrds Adventure Center in Ozark. byrdsadventurecenter.com

Bikes, Trains, Automobiles and more:
Eureka Springs Fat Tire Festival. The bicycle is celebrated and feted all over town with cross-country, downhill and short track races, fun rides and a film festival. It’s the largest festival of its kind in the central U.S. While you’re up there, be sure to drop by Local Flavor Café for lunch or dinner and try the crème brulee. July 16-17 all over Eureka Springs. fattirefestival.com

World Championship Cardboard Boat Races. Each year dozens of competitors use nothing more than cardboard, duct tape and paint to create boats and barges to float (and sink) on Greers Ferry Lake in this now world-famous competition. Join the masses at Sandy Beach near Heber Springs to watch and see whose boat will float the longest and who has the best sinking. Stick around for the Cardboard Boat Demolition Derby. July 31st at Sandy Beach. heber-springs.com

Mountains, Music and Motorcycles. Mountain View erupts in gasoline-powered glory with the arrival of motorcycle enthusiasts from all over the country. Biker games, a poker run and bike show and music all weekend long. Gotta drop by Johnny’s Pizza while you’re up there. August 20-22 all over town. yourplaceinthemountains.com

Frisco Festival. The annual festival in Rogers’ Historic District honors Arkansas’ Railroad Heritage with the Chilisalsapeno Competition, a chicken BBQ cookoff and free rides and amusements for the kids. August 27-28. friscofestival.com

VW Festival, Swap Meet and Tourcade. What more needs to be said? It’s one of the largest gatherings of Volkswagen owners and enthusiasts in the Midwest. Lots of activities for Bug-nuts. August 27-28 at Best Western Inn of the Ozarks in Eureka Springs. nwavwa.com

Championship Chuckwagon Races. For one week at the end of summer, horses and teams compete in a variety of events such as bull riding, bronc fanning and of course chuck wagon races. A sight to see. August 28-September 5, Bar Of Ranch in Clinton, chuckwagonraces.com

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Five Generations of Winemaking Tradition in Altus.

The Post Winery is a family operation dating back more than a century, still evolving and growing in the modern age.

Nestled in the land between the Ozarks and the Arkansas River, you’ll find Arkansas Wine Country. For nearly 130 years, this area on St. Mary’s Mountain and Pond Creek
Mountain has brought forth crop after crop of grapes and muscadines.

Jacob Post came to this region in the late 1870s, and in 1880 he founded what would become Post Familie Vineyard. Post, like many other Swiss, German, Greek, Polish, and Italian immigrants came up the rail lines to start communities in western and
northwestern Arkansas. He settled in Altus, named for the Latin word for “high,” being the highest point on that rail line.

Post saw this land as a remarkable resource, semi-arid farmland that stayed frost-free late into fall and that soaked up the sun’s rays through the long Arkansas summers. Like other settlers, he married and was fruitful and multiplied. The vines he stubbornly set bore fruit and spread with careful tending and cultivation across mountaintop fields. It wasn’t long before the Arkansas grape basket became known for its fantastic fruits and crops.

Jacob’s children continued the tradition, and their children did as well. Other families also prospered with their wineries in the area. One source says that there were possibly 55 wineries in the region before Prohibition. But that act in 1918 stymied growth. Post changed over to the production of sacramental wines and survived the period. Others didn’t fare as well. Crazy rules were put into place during these times… including a requirement that all storage warehouses had to be secured with barred windows. The bars on the windows of an old warehouse on the Post Familie farm were put up because of a federal law that required alcoholic products to be kept under lock and key. Unfortunately, this sort of construction meant that in the case of fire, some people might not be able to make it out. The law was repealed several decades later.

With the repeal of Prohibition, the wineries came back to life again. There were at one point 42 wineries operating.

In 1938, some of Jacob’s grandchildren and other area growers bound together to form the Altus Cooperative Winery. In 1947, grandsons James and Matthew Post bought the winery and renamed it Post Wineries, Inc. The old family winery would become in 1956 another popular winery, Mount Bethel.

Of course, time distilled the wineries down. Partnerships were made, wineries merged, and today there are five in the area -- Post, St. John’s, Mount Bethel, Chateau Aux Arc, and Wiederkehr. Each is linked by three things -- the region, the tradition of winemaking, and a kinship that is literally blood-deep.

“We have a saying around here,” says Joseph Post, great-grandson of Jacob. “In Altus, you’re either a Post or an ‘out-Post.’”

My traveling companion and I visited the Post Familie Vineyards and Wineries on a mild July Monday, and were greeted with grins and good greetings. Joseph told us about the family connections -- how all five of the wine operations are family. Though Audrey House up the road at Chateau Aux Arc started out on her own after purchasing vineyards from Wiederkehr in 1998 as an independent operator, she eventually became part of the family.

“Audrey ended up marrying my brother,” says Post. “She’s been here for several years -- they have two babies now.”

At Post, it’s still a family operation. Joseph and his brothers and sister grew up in the house right next to the winery. It was called “The Big House,”
not just because it was large but because there were bars on the windows. The name still draws a chuckle today.

It’s still working in the community, too. Other wineries and independent growers have their crops bottled here, share in labeling endeavors, and more.

Post doesn’t charge for its tastings. It offers a winery tour that ends in the gift shop -- where a special bar has been set up. Lots of people come through on the weekends -- but they’re usually accommodated. A second tasting area is just off the warehouse.

Joseph Post took us on a bit of a tour. We started out watching
the bottling process -- on that particular day watching muscadine being swiftly delivered into bottles and corked.

The noise was incredible. Several guys were working the line, making sure everything stayed in line, keeping the machinery working, pulling the finished bottles off the end and carefully packing them into case boxes.

We went from there out to the fields themselves. On the drive out, we talked about the difference between last year and this one.

“We’ve had just unbelievable amounts of rain,” Joseph told us.

In 2007, 90 percent of the grape crop and 40 percent of the muscadine crop were lost.

“Last year was really a different year. Three consecutive freezes culminating on Easter Sunday. It resulted in a really light harvest. It didn’t affect the muscadines as severely.”

That’s obviously not the case this year. As we pulled onto the road that crawls out into the middle of the farm, we noticed row after row of bushy and thick leaves. From time to time you could see a bit of bright green, the flash of growing
grape globes gleaming in the early afternoon sun.

Joseph pointed out that this year’s rains have really helped with irrigation, but the crops are a little late.

“We usually start harvesting the last week of July or the first week of August. This year I think we may be about a week behind. We harvest through the month of September, and we’re generally finished by the second week of October. It’s about a two and a half month harvest.

“Luckily the vines came back. Now, we did have damage that we didn’t anticipate, that we didn’t discover until we started pruning this year.”

We stopped to take a look at one of the sections. Under the hand-span leaves bunches huddled in crowds, mostly a light green. A few of these had already started to turn, big purple splotches on a few and then the surprise of dark purple grapes here and there. They grow mostly in shade -- the leaves form a thick canopy that lets through just the right amount of light.

There’s testing done in the field before each type of grape is harvested -- a taste test to make sure the grapes are good and ready to go. Vines are pruned back periodically so the majority of soil nutrients travel to the grapes. Joseph says that if the frost doesn’t get them, some of the vines can actually start up a second crop.

It takes three to four years for a plant to produce. In the first two years, the seedlings are grown in nursery lots. Then they’re moved to their own lines in the vineyard. They’re trained to grow upwards in a “T” formation by hand -- just like you train tomatoes. But unlike tomatoes, these vines continue to grow upwards and outwards throughout their life. They grow along a series of wires and poles set out by hand. Many of these varieties are still hand-picked; others are now mechanically harvested.

In one section of the vineyard, dozens of new varieties and hybrids are growing. These experimental varieties usually don’t bear out great wine -- but over the years, some 15-20 of the new grapes have proven successful. In fact, some of these grapes managed to survive last year’s freeze. By committing themselves to experimentation and research, the Post Familie may come up with the grape variety that will be the signature wine grape of the 21st century.

“We’re pushing towards going organic,” Joseph revealed. “We still don’t have the state certification process for getting our grapes certified. We’re trying to work with lawmakers to get that in place. But we‘re taking the steps we need. We‘re going all-organic with our spray, which is made from plants like marigold or chrysanthemum, plants that are real poisonous to one thing but which don‘t hurt humans.”

We were headed back out of that patch when Joseph spotted his dad. 83-year old Matt Post is the patriarch. The grandson of Jacob, Matt’s raised his children on this land, and many of them and the grandchildren still work for Post.

We met Matt Post, at 83 the patriarch of the Post Familie clan. He was out hand-training vines that were planted in April of this year. In training them, Matt takes a long vine on each side of the stalk and ‘trains” it up to the guidewires up top with a bit of string. He then removes the other shoots from the side of the main stalk. He takes and manipulates the vines so that they reach up in a criss-cross fashion. This gives extra support to the vine as it grows -- enabling it to bear the weight of all those grapes.

The grapes Matt was working on are Noble grapes -- when they mature, they turn almost black-purple. They’ve been growing Nobles since 1970 -- when they got this variety from the University of Arkansas.

Joseph drove us back to the winery complex to show us some other neat stuff.

Out front of one of the administrative buildings, there are a couple of grape presses that have been preserved for generations. One of these is a genuine Rolex -- seriously, that’s the brand. The other is a former printing press for the Fort Smith Southwest Times Record -- that was expanded for use on grapes.

The first stop on the tour for most visitors is the vat room. What most people see is a display area that contains a couple of vats and examples of processing machinery.

We went further back into the refreshingly cool building to view the gigantic cylinders of processing wine.

This isn’t your processing system of old. Instead of the heavy oak casks of a century ago, wines now age at near-freezing temperatures, carefully monitored to prevent spoilage or contamination. Each one is monitored and labeled with what sort of wine is being produced, the alcohol and sometimes sugar content, the dates processed.

We were allowed a rare favor -- a chance to taste wines straight from the vat. My traveling companion voiced his preference for the deep Cabernet Sauvignon, while I shared my appreciation of the Merlot.

We went back into the bottling area. I asked about the recycling efforts… and found that Post has been recycling since long before it was popular. Used to be, people would bring their empties back to the winery itself. Regulations being what they are today, Post now recommends recycling through neighborhood programs. The bottles, the cardboard for the boxes, the plastic -- it all contains recycled content.

Inside the building, just past the bottling room, there’s a tasting bar with a painting above it. One of the fifth generation Posts painted this tableau of the five brothers working together. The family’s roots are deep here, and the tradition will continue for ages to come.

For those who make the journey, the winery is a must-see. There’s also the free tasting at the end of the tour, complete with descriptions of all the available wines and a chance to purchase some to take home. Post wines aren’t all that expensive -- and the quality is pretty darn good. For those who want a little extra, a large gift shop is there to satisfy the shopping bug.

You’ll find the Post Familie Winery along St. Mary’s Road (Highway 186) in Altus. To get there, take Interstate 40 to exit 41 and head south six miles. The winery is on the left, about a block before you get to U.S. 64. The winery is open Monday-Saturday from 9:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. and Sunday from noon to five.
Tours are offered most days on an as you arrive basis between 11 a.m. and 3 p.m. Of course, it’s busier during the different festivals throughout the year, so plan accordingly. You can also visit the Post Familie website, or give them a call at (800) 275-8423.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Slow down and enjoy your pint.

We all have places that are near and dear to our hearts. Perhaps there's a special restaurant where you went on your first date, or where you met the person you married. Or, if you're lucky, you've found a place where you go again and again to celebrate the good times.

Kelt's in Altus is that place for me. My husband and I have celebrated several anniversaries, a New Year's Eve, birthdays, and job promotions at this lovely and unpretentious little pub in the heart of Arkansas Wine Country.

From the outside, the building is rather unassuming. It sits perched over the town square, a steady influence in the area tucked in between the minute City Hall and one last remnant of early 20th Century downtown with a revolving group of characters (restaurants, antique and flea shops, and more). For 13 years, it's managed to hold its own. It even survived the invasion of folks from FOX and Paris Hilton -- which is saying quite a bit.

A lot of that is due to the sheer tenacity of Dan and Jan. The McMillens have been stubbornly running the pub with heart and stamina, and not just a little bit of hope. After all, can a tiny town of approximately 800 people really hold onto a great restaurant? For anyone who's ever dropped in for a pint -- oh, yes it can.

We ventured up to Altus on assignment for another piece on a surprisingly light day in July. The humidity had taken a break, and the temperature of the air seemed a good 15 degrees cooler than anything you can find in Little Rock. After completing the research the day deserved, my traveling companion (of course, my husband this time) ducked over to see what was shaking at Kelt's.

We were greeted with a cool burst of air and the savory smell of beer and meat that so often welcomes us to the establishment. Being a robust 4pm, there was little going on inside -- just a meeting of the wait staff to discuss an upcoming event and us. Dan greeted us himself and showed us to a lovely table by the wall, out of the sun. As always, we received both of the menus -- the extensive beer and wine selection, and the one with the food. We were heartbroken to find that Dan's divine Corned Beef was already gone for the day, but there were plenty of other choices to drool over, like Bangers and Mash (plump sausages served with mashed potatoes) and a very rich Pub Burger. There are a wide selection of sandwiches and there's salad -- but there's just one item on the lunch menu that we knew we wanted -- steak.

We have a history of dealing with Kelt's steaks. We know Dan will go back, pick out the meat himself, and cook it right then. There's no advance preparation. We also know that any time we go to Kelt's it's time to slow down and enjoy ourselves -- because being anxious about being hungry ain't gonna help -- it'll be out when it gets out. But that's all right -- because the whole atmosphere of the restaurant encourages a person to sit down, relax, and enjoy oneself.

My traveling companion has bemoaned the fact over the past few years of the inavailability of Murphy's Stout on-tap (he can't bring himself to wean himself down to Guinness). He asked Dan for a recommendation, and was soon served up with a pleasant chocolately ale, New Belgium 1554 Black Ale, that was light like a drinking lager but sweet and meaty like a stout -- a very good choice. Other selections on the beverage list include Bass Ale, Harp Lager, Newcastle, Woodchuck Pear Cider (one of my favorites) and of course wines from all of the local wineries. Alas, with a trip back to Little Rock on the menu, one of us needed to refrain, so I stuck with the iced tea -- refreshingly strong brewed compared to the watered-down variety of the average chain restaurant. The coffee, which I enjoy a bit too much, is also strong and served with real cream.

Our beverages were delivered with a hot loaf of sweet brown bread -- not that dark knock-off you'll get at Outback Steakhouse, but a pleasant wheat and real butter (no margarine here!) It's enough to kick off the edge after a hard day of work.

The lunch steak special comes in eight or 12 ounces, along with appropriate accoutrements. Salads come with your choice of dressing -- Ranch, Bleu Cheese, or Caesar. Though many have lauded the incredible Spicy Ranch here, I went for the Bleu Cheese, and was greeted with a thick chunky dressing carefully drizzled over a rich variety of greens dabbed with fresh croutons. My traveling companion chose Caesar for his own.

The music that permeated the afternoon air was of the soft Irish variety, heavy on the lively and on subjects of mortality (two of the selections praised the benefits of a good Irish wake). The soft lighting at our table embraced us in an intimate glow we've experienced before -- both when the pub has been empty and when it's been packed full on a Saturday night. The tables and chairs don't match -- neither does the silverwear -- but who cares. Most of the decor is older than I am, but it feels like home to me.

In short order, Dan had our steaks out -- rich strips of beefen delight seasoned with pepper and a hint of herbs. There are no apologies here for the health-conscious -- this is good food, and the heck with watching the calories. The steaks come out with a selection of sauces -- a lovely cool Bernaise with a hint of honey, a rich boullion-flavored au jus, and a light garlic butter that's not swimming in salt. The accompanying soft new potatoes with butter and herbs would be enough of a side for most of us -- but here they also come with broccoli in a lighter, cheesier version of the Bernaise and a smattering of slightly soured onions. Yes, there's a bit of a buttery pool on the bottom of the dish -- but that's all right. That's what the second loaf of bread is for.

We never do make it to the dessert menu when we go -- good meat and bread and ale usually do the trick of filling us up. But we've never been rushed out, even with the heartiest of Grape Fest crowds around.

Jan stopped by and told us about several of the events coming up, and some special activities that go on at the pub. We already knew about the intimate gigs from groups like Some Guy Named Robb and our friends Jay and Robert. But Jan also told us about the Boar's Head Feasts they host every Sunday in December, just in time for the Yuletide season, where the pub is transformed into a 15th century Tudor dining hall. We missed out on the Time Travel Weekend, where diners ate 16th century style and shared roasted beasts and the Plowman's Share (bread, sausage, and cheese for those who've never had the pleasure).

Sure, Kelt's is ecclectic. Don't expect to make your own lemonade there with lemon, sweetener, and water -- that's an extra charge. If you call for reservations, you'll find there is no such thing... and if you ask about children Dan's likely to ask you how you'd like them cooked (though children are welcome -- however, you'll have to bring your own booster seat). The restaurant seats about 50, but if you have a large crowd expect to sit at several tables instead of one big conglomeration. Relax -- you'll be able to hang with your buddies later -- for now, you'll be able to enjoy a good Irish dinner with a pint or two in one of Arkansas' best kept secrets.

And if you're going with your sweetheart, you just might get the best seats in the house -- an intimate table for two in the back with this gorgeous painting, close to the bookcase. My husband and I celebrated several anniversaries here over the years.

And don't bother looking for a website right now. The one linked around doesn't actually go to Kelt's -- but that's all right. You can find this tiny treasure on the Altus town square, 14 Hilltop Drive, next to City Hall. If you must call (perhaps to check out who's playing some Thursday night or to see what's on tap), call (479) 465-2413. The restaurant is open for lunch and dinner Monday through Saturday (8am-10pm) and for an excellent Sunday brunch (noon to 3pm).

***Update***
Kelt's does have a website now. You can check it out at keltspubinfo.com.


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