We had an excellent lunch in the deli. My roast beef sandwich with jumping jack cheese was excellent. It was served on sourdough bread that was baked right there in the deli. The baking bread gives the place a nice aroma, and the Smoky Mountain hymns playing in the background give the store a very peaceful ambience.
Lea got some Lebanon bologna to go, and I got some sharp cheddar cheese. It had a good flavor, but the texture was more of a processed cheese, so I don't really know how to describe it.
There were some shelves with bagged grain, flour, and noodle products of quite a wide array. There was a good selection of Jake and Amos canned goods. The spices were at a great price, but I was put off by no expiration date or location of origin, so I skipped the spices. The store had quite a few unique products, but I guess I expected more local stuff. The guy at the check-out had a good cheerful attitude, and I appreciated that.
In the corner of the café, there was a rack of pen and ink prints by local artist Russell C. Watlington. They were realistic depictions of farms, horses, tobacco barns. I really enjoyed looking at them.
All in all, we had a nice visit.
On our way home, we stopped by a field to pick some cornflowers (or bachelor's buttons). They make such a nice bouquet.
I guess there's something romantic about a field of wildflowers. We got whistled at. We laughed about it. I wondered later that I didn't feel offended or objectified, but it really seemed more like an acknowledgement of the romance of posing in a field with a handful of flowers, and we were too far away for it to seem personal. Anyway, I joked that between having the voice on the phone GPS tell us, "You have arrived," a guy whistling at me, and missing the crossfire of the shooting that happened about the same time I rode by the junction of Hwy 96 and I-85, I was doing pretty well.
Having a laugh and picking flowers seems to do me good.