Conversation I’ve had a zillion times in my life (second only to anything regarding my height):
Stranger: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Nebraska!”
Stranger (in a tone implying they know more than one city in Nebraska): “Oh! Where at in Nebraska?”
Me (in skeptical tone): “Grand Island… Do you know it?”
Stranger (in a tone admitting they aren’t 100% certain of any cities in Nebraska): “Ermmm… Is it by Omaha…?”

Probably the best of the 'flyover states', thank you very much
Few of the folks I’ve met on the East Coast are overly familiar with Nebraska, much less my scenic hometown of Grand Island (which is arguably neither grand nor an island… discuss.) So, I figured this would be a good forum to highlight our family home, via the sharp photo I took of our travel atlas as John & I cruised into NE.
Non-chain restaurants tend to come and go in Grand Island, but this spot has now been around for an impressive 4+ years. Not only do they have fried Wisconsin cheese curds as an appetizer, they also brew their own beer and it’s actually good. As much as I love beer, microbreweries don’t always do it for me, but The Coop (in conjunction with Thunderhead Brewery) is definitely worth a stop. Larry & Marcia are fervently working to keep The Coop alive via regular visits AND, I was impressed to note, no longer even need to look at a menu. They just know. Keep on clucking, Chicken Coop; keep on clucking.






on Aug 1st, 2008 at 1:52 pm
Reminds me of:
Jingle: “Something’s always cooking at the Cluckin’ Chicken”
Chicken: “Mmm! I’m gooooood!”