Some meals stay with you long after the plates are cleared. This was one of those.
I left this Michigan town, full and happy, but also a little distracted, because I could not stop thinking about that prime rib. It had the kind of slow-cooked richness and tenderness that makes conversation pause for a second after the first bite. What struck me just as much was the feeling of the place itself.
Nothing about the experience felt forced or trendy. It felt settled, confident, and fully aware of what it does well. I liked how comfortable everything felt without slipping into dull or predictable…