Today I had lunch at the River Junction in Geneva. On a scale of 1 to 10 I give it a 9. As you can see from the picture, the place is down home southern goodness. I think three grandmothers do the cooking and run the place. The food reminded me of the family reunions we attended every 3rd Sunday in October when I was growing up. For part of the meal I couldn't even speak...it was that good.
I had pot roast simmered in mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes with a bit more gravy, a vegetable soup of okra and corn and stewed tomatoes, and fried corn bread. I washed it down with sweet tea and celebrated with a piece of lemon and cream cheese pound cake. All for $7 tax included.
My doctor doesn't want me to eat like this very often. But he is a Nazi and I don't listen to him as much as I should.
The River Junction is one of those places that's worth driving fifty miles out of the way for. Trust me.
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