Hidden in Indiana’s Amish country sits a humble diner where calories don’t count and pie crusts are flaky enough to make your grandma envious.
Some people will drive for hours to catch a Broadway show.
Others will trek across state lines for a sporting event.
But me? I’ll happily navigate winding country roads through Indiana’s picturesque farmland just for a slice of homemade pie that makes my taste buds perform a standing ovation…