There was a place in Shelbyville that goes up for auction in a couple weeks. This is the "plat", which is a map of the property as it's divided, and how it will be auctioned off. It was BEAUTIFUL. from the road, you get a gorgeous view of a nice expanse of land, a couple of small hills in the immediate area, then big rolling hills off in the distance. the drive there was simply stunning. As we were driving down the road to take us to the farm, we saw the driveway, and drove in. Quiet, calm, fresh, and ...perfect. We walked around for about 3 minutes, and got back in the car... but just as we were backing out, a big 4x4 pickup truck headed into the driveway. OOPS! Technically, I suppose we were trespassing, but Kelly said that since the land was for auction, they had to expect that someone would want to see it. Turns out, it was a neighbor, who saw a car drive in and was just looking out for the man who owned it. Wow. Neighbors who care about each other. What a concept. We decided we love it, and we'll be back for the auction in a couple of weeks.
The second place we went to was in Pulaski. Wikipedia identifies Pulaski as the birthplace of the KKK. How delightful.
The ad for this second plot of land mentioned that it was close to the Mi1ky W@y Farm. Yes, like the candy bar, because, in fact, it was built by that same Mr. M@rs. There is a management company handling the place right now, and they're developing the estate into a subdivision-type property. The main home, which will become the clubhouse and management office, was the TN residence of the M@rs family. The place was AWESOME. The agent told us that there used to be over 1000 people employed to maintain the 1200 acre farm. Also, there was a dining room table that supposedly seats 40, which he said was the largest dining room table in North America. It was a sight!
Kelly wanted to go in there to see what kind of people it would attract as residents. The plots (the largest was under 2 acres) went from $200,000 to $450,000. A handful of the 45 plots were sold, but only one house was built so far. It has amenities for keeping horses, and a full golf course onsite, and owners would have to pay yearly assessments and fees to maintain and use those areas. It reminds me of that John Ritter movie where a corporation created a planned community where everything was perfect, but at some point the corporation bad guy swiped Ritter's family's dog, and later returned it, but its vocal cords had been cut because it was barking too much. Creepy, huh?
We checked out the property in question, that is, the one that we saw on the Internet that led us to Mi1ky W@y Farms, and immediately decided it was awful. By now it was 6:30 and we'd only had breakfast, so we headed into the downtown area of Pulaski to find dinner. It looked pretty dead for the early evening on a Friday night... but we did come across ONE restaurant that had an open sign in the window, the Bluebird. The place was pretty full, so we gave it a shot.
YAY! What a pleasant surprise! The cheeseburgers were fresh and juicy, not pre-made commissary-packaged pucks. The fries were crisp and even the ketchup tasted right. (believe me, we've had some horrible ketchup over the past month). They even had Fried Pickles! The menu said "chips" but they came to the table as spears, and they were GOOOOOOOOOOD! And of course, we had sweet tea. It was their fish special night, and as a rule, I'm leery of fish in restaurants I'm unfamiliar with, but if we ever go there on a Friday again, I'll certainly try the fish.
I am absolutely certain that we were the only people in that restaurant who didn't know all the other patrons. EVERY single person who came in went to greet someone at another table before they sat down. It was so charming... but then again, I suppose they all knew each others business, like that Norman Rockwell painting.
I'm typing this in the car on the way home from there. This an the old iBook 4, and the keyboard doesn't light up, so I'm only glancing at the screen every so often so I don't get carsick. Being a touch-typist definitely has its advantages. (I've never been very good with the numbers, tho, so it's hard to hunt and peck in the dark!)
Today I learned: Just because a cafe isn't cute, doesn't mean the food they serve isn't going to be good. Except for the bun, I can't say I'd make a burger any better than the one at Bluebird.