Breakfast was served buffet style at 10am sharp on Saturday morning. Scrambled eggs, fried eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits with gravy, grits, fruit, coffee, chocolate milk, and orange juice obscured all the available kitchen counter space. You couldn't find an ounce of food that wasn't homemade. An equally impressive and outsized dinner-spread was served seven hours later. Both meals were prepared by JT's sharp-witted and vibrant Nana. We're accustomed to procuring our pre-show nutritional needs from Wendy's or the like, so the day of homemade feasting offered a much-desired reprieve from our typical pre-performance ritual of fries, coke, burger and/or wilted salad.
Why this town of 3,500 didn't appear on our inaptly titled "Road Atlas" when that kind of food is prepared within the township limits is beyond my understanding. It might be that the brutal ascent up the winding and treacherous Tacoma Mountain Rd (which Wise residents, even the elderly, can do with one-eye closed) discourages the typical passerby from leaving the more predictable curves of 58 west.
