To the naked eye, this place looks like a dive. Well, the old saying never judge a book by its cover, fits this joint to a Tee. The Outpost has been around since I started coming up this way 44 years ago. Over that period of time, only three different families have owned The Outpost.
This was the place we would go for a hot meal and a cold beer back in the day.
The present owner added this picnic area. In the summer the guy throws some great pig roasts shindigs. Music, all country of course! Kegs, all cold of course! Food, as much as you can eat, of course! All kinds of people, of course!
Back in the day, for the first 10 years or so we camped out on our property in NY State. We would come to our property but once a year, Memorial Day Weekend.
We had no running water. Well, that isn't entirely true, we did have a very small stream and a beautiful spring on the property. With lakes and rivers all around, water was never an issue. Hot water yes, cold water, all you needed.
No electricity.
No bathroom facilities. Well that isn't entirely true, we did have this beauty.
This is the original outhouse, built 44 years ago,
The only reason it's still around is because of the roof. The metal roof panel is made of zinc.
The first owner of the Outpost, I never got to know.
The second owner I got to know very well. His name was Homer. He was a retired ironworker. His forearms would rival Popeye's, after he downed a can of spinach.
We became friends while I was building our home.
When @farm-mom was back in Jersey, whenever I could I'd continue to bang some nails here in NY State. Needless to say, I was not as accomplished in the culinary arts as I'm today, so The Outpost was the place I would dine.
Still on the menu today is the famous Homer Burger.
Out of respect, the present owner Hank still offers the Homer Burger, named after the previous barkeep. This family feeding whopper comes in at two pounds. The burger would give @jlsplatts a run for his money.
The gentleman in the top right-hand corner of this picture was playing some pool with his buddies.
He was kind enough to have his buddies move their stuff to another smaller table, as he saw us invade the place.
That kind of says it all about the folk around here.
The woman taking our order is Hank's daughter Shelly, what a sweetheart.
With the gentlemen who were playing pool going to the bar, my grandson sprang into action. Games of any sort always accompany family time, and why should this time be any different.
With his uncle showing him how to set up the rack of balls, and explaining some rules, let the games begin.
The last thing on my grandson's mind was food, as he was being given some instruction on the importance of chalking up your stick.
While we waited for the food to arrive, a couple of cold ones and a shot or two seemed in order.
When the food arrived it was a feeding frenzy. The burgers, fries, wings, onion rings, and trays of appetizers didn't stand a chance.
This guy ate while playing pool, the competition was getting rough.
The big staredown.
Before you knew it, there were quarters lined up on the table. The pool sharks were coming out of the woodwork. #farm-mom was there to make sure everyone followed the rules.
Teams were formed along family lines.
At the end of the evening, new friends were made, giggles were had, and bellies were full.
There's nothing like having a good meal with family and then being able to just stand up and walk away, NO DISHES!
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Yo, check out the guy in the corner, looks like he enjoyed himself. Is that a photobomb or whatever you call it when someone checks into the pic? 😁
The Outpost has now provided three generations of our family with food, drink, and good times.
A special thanks to the three amigos who run the best show in town, @idig, @jlsplatts, and @dandays. A big shout out to @appreciator, you're the man, or possible the gal, who continues to so generously support #fff and all of us chefs. thankyou very much.