MrsT likes it, she’s been a few times with a couple of women she used to work with, but I sit there and all I can think is how phony the whole place is.
We used to go in the barn, and all you could smell were apples. Apples, apples, apples. No lighting, even, nothing like that. Just apples in big bins, and a couple of people working to help you out and take your money.
Now, it’s all types of string lighting inside and out, hokey sayings on the walls, faux “country” bullshit everywhere, and whatever it is they call country music these days piped over the PA.
Damn, I sound like a grumpy old man!
