Griffith and Feil

I took the boys for ice cream a week or two ago and while I was in line this couple was small talking with us...which I've learned is the West Virginia way. I've had more conversations at the grocery store with total strangers in the past month than I've ever had ever. I will be honest and say that I don't usually strike up conversations with strangers. I'm ok with out the small talk.  However, the conversation I had while in line at the ice cream shop panned out to be beneficial. They mentioned something about a pharmacy that still had it's old fashioned soda fountain. When I heard that I was all ears and I filed the name away in my phone so I could figure out if the place really existed and if it did I wanted to go there ASAP.

As it turns out Griffith and Feil is for real. Founded in 1892 and still in existence today. It's everything I love. It's preserved history, it tells a story, it has character and charm and personality. We went there for dinner tonight and it was everything I had hoped. A brick building in a small downtown. Adorable ice cream chairs and tables. Wooden booths. A jukebox. A soda fountain. A pharmacy in the back. Details and charm and old fashioned America. It stole my heart. We ate greasy diner food. It was delish and I'm now paying for it so I'm on a detox and headed to bed but it was worth it. Small town family fun. Probably my most favorite Saturday night place.

Thanks to Tom the boys knew some of the songs in the juke box. We listened to some Beatles. Sage's favorite band as of late.

Love the chairs

The pharmacy was behind the gate in the back. It had closed for the day but the soda fountain was open.

The boys had their ice cream at the soda fountain.

Just so much history. I'm in love with this little place. 

Also this week, through a complete random chain of events, I found a park that is very similar to my boys' favorite park in St. Paul. The Park in St. Paul is definitely the remaining favorite, but this was a reminder of home and good for their souls. With the hills of Appalachia and the Ohio River behind us the scenery wasn't too bad.

To keep it real this was the conversation going home tonight from the soda fountain....
As we were driving back into town a sign read: "Central City Days! June 10-12"
Tom: Great. Just what we need. All the hicks coming out of their houses at once.
Me: Laughing hysterically.
Oh, West Virginia. At least we can laugh about it. :)