Ashley and her parents opened the Knuckleheads restaurant in Stephentown, New York about a year and a half-ago, it  has not been simple or easy, but the family seems to love what they do and are doing it very well. The restaurant is a major find for Maria and I, we just discovered it a few weeks ago, it is on Route 22, we go by there on our way back from Blue Star Equiculture, from Boston or from New York City.

They have great sandwiches, wraps, burgers and soups. We had a huge barbequed chicken breast with beans and coleslaw. Ashley is the waitress, mom and dad (camera shy so far, but warming up), she is engaging and competent, lots of fun. She looked out the window as I dropped my new camera out in the parking lot – the camera caused a stir when I first went into Knuckleheads, Dad grilled me in the kitchen, he was impressed but dubious that I actually was an author. I promised to bring him a book next time.

The camera is fine, I give thanks for my Titanium camera body.

He asked if I was a Gentlemen Farmer (I can’t say I love the term.) I said I was neither a farmer nor a gentlemen, just a writer with some donkeys, dogs, barn cats, sheep and chickens. I’ll have to bring him a book.

He said he named the restaurant Knuckleheads after the Three Stooges, the name caught our attention, the home cooking and great, fresh food brought us back. Places like this are a treasure to us.