Ah, Sunday. Time to Ride to Eat once again, and our destination was set. Thanks to Funday, we were on our way to the Boiler Room in Kewanee.
Back roads beckoned, so we took the less traveled route until we happened upon fresh road maintenance — and its gravel topcoat. No. Thank. You. We hung a left and continued. Even with our re-route, we still had to ease our way over several yards of gravel before turning back onto the highway. No good, but nothing we haven’t had to do before.
We explored the road less traveled, winding our way through central Illinois.
We’d been spending much of our time on a major home improvement project, and it finally was done. Well, nearly done. So we declared that this particular Sunday was for riding. Our summer vacation was less than two months away, and I’d barely been on the bike. It definitely was time to get back in the saddle.
Debating where to eat, I realized that I had yet to write about one of my favorite lunch places —Haynes’ on Main in Mackinaw.
The trip to Mackinaw from our house is relatively short, but we took a more scenic route to enjoy the wind time as long as possible. For some reason, I felt the need to cheese for the camera a bit before heading in.
We have arrived at Haynes’ on Main in Mackinaw, Ill.
We saw it coming a week away — 50-plus degree weather in early February! It was just too good to pass up, so I took a mental health day from work and anticipated the ride.
Of course, when the day finally came, it was breezier than the forecast had promised, which meant it was much cooler, too. Unwilling to give up my much-needed wind therapy session but knowing I’d hate being out in the cold, we decided to keep our plans but stay closer to home. The only logical destination was just outside Peoria: Ludy’s Kickapoo Creek Saloon.
While chatting with BikerBob one evening, I mentioned how many potential Ride to Eat destinations don’t serve food on Sundays — the one day a week the husband and I can ride together. Nodding his head in agreement, he casually noted, “Except on Sunday Fundays.” And just like that, I had my lightbulb moment!
To be honest, I’m ashamed to admit I hadn’t previously realized that the magazine actually was the answer to my magazine problem. Coincidentally, the next day was the first Sunday Funday of the riding season, so we made plans to check out Ross’ Roadhouse after our weekly chores were done.
Grabbed a quick selfie at a stop light for my Instagram account.
After a couple breakfasts and a dinner Ride to Eat, I figured it probably was time for a new lunch adventure. So, I did a little research and soon discovered our next destination: Perdue’s Grill in Tremont.
Located inside a historic building — the Columbia Opera House, according to their website — Perdue’s is split into two sections: the dining room and the bar.
Our ride had started quite early that Sunday, as we had leaves to deal with that afternoon. Of course, that meant we arrived in Tremont much sooner than we had originally planned, around 11:15. We took two seats at the bar and slowly began to realize that we were the only people in the room. Why was EVERYONE else in the dining area? Continue reading
Throughout the summer, we closely followed the progress of a new, upscale-looking establishment in Bradford. The day we first saw the sign, we knew we’d have to make it a Ride to Eat destination. So one date-night Saturday, we made our way to The Highlands Fine Food & Whiskey House.
Located right along IL 40, The Highlands is a noticeable new addition to Main Street. The exterior reminds me a lot of the Irish Cottage Boutique & Hotel, our favorite place to stay in Galena.
The Highlands Fine Food & Whiskey House in Bradford, Ill.
He previously had stopped to check the place out, so I already had heard a bit about it before walking in. Continue reading
After last month’s breakfast Ride to Eat, I was inspired to try another place I’d heard about: the Hungry Moose.
Although it isn’t a very long ride from our house, I didn’t realize just how far out on Farmington Road the Moose really is. In fact, I didn’t realize we’d have to cross railroad tracks to get there, and of course, we had to wait for a train.
Waiting for a train on Farmington Road.
Finally parked and seated at a table, I looked around and took in the atmosphere. The place wasn’t packed, but people were scattered throughout the dining room, and there was an endless stream of customers coming and going the entire time we were there.