at Vern’s
coon-skinned top face hat.
Seems a bit weird, but that’s what you get when you stop in at Vern’s. The Post-Ragbrai depression is setting in, so I rode with my banjo out to Laporte to Vern’s Place to enjoy one of their world famous cinnamon rolls.
Outside of Vern’s Place
As good a redneck style of breakfast location can git, this is probably the closest outback place from the Fort; And if you show up toting a homemade banjar, well the similarities to the movie “Deliverance” become all too evident.
Note: I think they “healthy upped” the cinnamon rolls as they were not as gooey and full of sugar like they are at Johnson’s Corner. Sure, I nearly threw up after eating one, but I didn’t have the near death experience I had eating the “J.C.” roll.