Bell Buckle is quaint and “quilty.”
Scottsburg is flat, dusty and dotted with empty store fronts.
But the downtown restaurant we ate in was indigenous.
When Deb asked for a gluten free menu, the server looked rather puzzled. Because Deb has to have gluten free, she explained further. The server disappeared and about 10 minutes later came back with the happy news that the judge from the courthouse is gluten free and “This is what he orders …”
After we ate, we walked around the square and let’s say, covered the town of Scottsburg to the extent that I don’t think any of us feel like we’ll need to revisit in the near future … a town clothed in “midwesterness.”
But quirky fun in it’s own way.