Yes, for this week's review I visited White Fence Farm -- saw the petting zoo, pulled my mother away from the gift shop, and urged everyone that they should order the fried chicken, which could be the best in town. They didn't listen.
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There's one other thing White Fence Farm does well: fudge.
My visit to White Fence Farm made me nostalgic for more Americana, a hunger I satisfied with a visit to Cracker Barrel, whose shops basically act as our Strategic Kitsch Reserve, a national stockpile of horehound drops, American flag ornaments and John Deere beer steins.
But man does not live by country ham and buttermilk biscuits alone. There's also whiskey, and I'll be drinking plenty next Wednesday, July 1, when you're all invited to a party at Katie Mulllen's in honor of the publication of my book, Cooking Dirty. Come back here tomorrow for all the details, or just grab this week's copy of Westword.