Station 22 is a pretty hip place that makes me feel like I am being cool and trendy just by walking in. The artwork on their old brick wall seems to rotate seasonally as do some of the items on their menu.
One of their trusty standbys, however, is the Memphis Fried Chicken sandwich. I think it is fabulous. Travis ordered it as per my recommendation and he was not disappointed. It has quite the spicy kick.
Abby isn't much of a sandwich gal so she ordered barbecued hush puppies and grilled corn-on-the-cob for her lunch.
I'm not sure what spices they put on this corn--definitely lime, but it was so good that Abby declared, "That was the best corn ever!" She let me have a teeny bite and now I am tempted enough to get it for myself next time.
Station 22 is just north of the old Provo Tabernacle/future LDS Provo City Center Temple--an ideal location in my mind.
How could you not be impressed with a place that strategically planted fresh herbs and vegetables right outside their front door?
I've decided that this will be a summer of local exploration and discovery. I wish I had photo-journaled more of my real hometown: Fairfax, Virginia. That regret has been my motive for appreciating and recording life here in my new hometown. After all, it IS the town of my home and embrace it I will.