We used to enjoy the steaks and burgers at the Ale House in Boynton Beach, Florida.  Perhaps I should have stuck to that part of the menu, because the beef in the stroganoff that I ordered seemed to have been seared in oil and reminded me of the time my mother tried to make me eat liver.  The sauce was too thin, weak and meager to save the dish.  The piece of the pot roast sandwich that I tasted was very good, though, and the Asian cole slaw was impressive.  The gumbo was good and tasted like okra, unlike the cheap imitations one finds elsewhere.  Of course one goes to the Ale House for its ale, but I couldn't go sampling all the wares when I had to drive 30 miles back to my house.  I did badger my husband into getting one variety, which was very hoppy.

There were quite a few families with small children, so we fit right in.  A line was forming as we left around 12:30, not what one would expect on a Saturday afternoon in east central Wisconsin on a cold, rainy day.

Good atmosphere, mostly good food, and a nice location overlooking the Milwaukee River.  Too many places up here don't appreciate their rivers.

Restaurant was hard to find, buried behind a convenience store, but  had good standard greasy-spoon fare.  The Easter decorations were a nice touch.

I didn't take a picture at this convenience store, next to Cheese to Please on 57, that has a little dining area inside.  Why not, you ask?  Because the slack-jawed teen employees were busy yakking among themselves and would not even LOOK AT US while we stood there.  Grrrrrrrrr.

Really fancy for a food court; kind of stuffy, actually.  My ahi tuna lollipops were a little well done for my tastes, but I hear that the macaroni was really good.  Wish I could have checked out the huge beer vats up near the ceiling.

Wow.  The Thai curry soup was out of this world.  And the macaroni has been given two thumbs up.  I think the cashier was stoned, though.

We went here to see Judy Stock, who isn't in town very often.  The coffee was good, bagel OK.  They had a nice variety of items on their menu.  I just hope they can beef up their web site soon.

Words fail me, but I'll try.

There wasn't an abundance of meat in my hamburger, but it didn't matter.
They don't take credit cards, but it didn't matter.

It was the butter, OMG, the butter.  It kept dripping out of my burger and congealing in thick drops on the wrapping paper that the burger was served on.  It had ketchup and onions, and also a little relish, which I don't usually get.  That didn't matter either.  It was like some kind of miracle burger.  The best I've ever had.  It looks like Katie enjoyed her grilled cheese, too, and her siblings liked the chili and the BLTs.

I didn't even get to try a malted, or any of the enticing desserts that were looking over my shoulder from a convenience-store-style refrigerator.  That also didn't matter.

Try reading some other reviews of this place.  It's not just me.

I had Sauerbraten, German potato salad, and red cabbage that had been baked in a puff pastry shell.  It was OK, and had probably been very good several days earlier.  The kids liked their non-German stuff, and Katie's brother is still raving about the tomato soup.  The only other customer sat at the table right next to our booth, ordered a coffee, and smoked while he read his paper.  Urgh.

That was an odyssey, all right.  I don't know about the fun part.

Really great Sicilian food.  Except for mine.  I didn't like the white pizza, especially after I tried another pizza with the amazing tomato sauce.  But maybe that's just me.

The atmosphere was homey, maybe a little too homey.  We went there on a slow night and there were crotchety old owner-types sitting around a kitchen table in the dining area, sampling wines from a vendor.  They didn't seem too happy to see us, but the [younger] waiter was very friendly and attentive.