These days the Smolak kids, Mark and Chris, help make the Legs a growing concern--open only from mid-May to late October. There's a regular Sunday night blues band, and five secluded cabins for rent in the woods near Lake Michigan. Other than that, it's just a great off the beaten path roadhouse with pierogies and kielbasa and room after room of great folk art. When it's busy, "no one ever complains about the wait," George told us.
We worked our way out to the Legs after a slow morning in Cheboygan, where Main Street is undergoing major rehab work. It's so torn up that the best route to the coffee shop we wanted to visit was through a furniture store's "interior sidewalk." Walking amidst the workmen and machinery made the whole experience more than a little surreal. Kudos to State Street Coffee for brewing a darned good cup!
The van's starting to get awfully damn full, and stops like Seashell City a few miles down I-75 don't help at all. It's the place that promises a "man-eating clam" on the billboards. We weren't fooled, but that didn't preclude some awfully silly poses on the pirate ship out front, and more cheesy souvenir purchases. Don's pirate clock for $5 seems like a steal....
Music In the Van-- Norah Jones, "Blue Train" John Coltrane
Don's found $$ count--11 cents (no good stats since Mother's Day)
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