Before arriving at the farm, my mom would tell endless stories about Suvir and Charlie, as she had the privilege of spending a week with them at the Floating Island Writer's Workshop. And within an hour of being here, I told my mom that they were better than I ever could've imagined.
Of course, it took a while for the Dobrez-Tiggleman's to get to Hebron from Grand Rapids, Michigan.
We barely made the flight from Detroit to Albany after having to madly dash from Terminal B to Terminal A, because of a delay from the Grand Rapids airport, but thankfully we were able to land in Albany a little after lunch time. The drive from Albany to the farm is about an hour and a half, and of course we were starving after only eating stale peanuts, so we stopped at the first decent looking diner we could find.
Sadly, 'decent-looking' is probably the only thing nice that could be said about this place. Look at the menu, for instance:
As my mom said afterward, a place with that amount of food can't make one thing good. It's a classic case of quantity over quality.
Because I am on vacation, I decided to be adventurous and try something only known as 'The Jitterbug.' I should have known by the look on the waitress's face when I ordered it that it was a bad idea. The Jitterbug was a (burnt) burger patty in between two pieces of white bread, absolutely smothered with gravy. It was so disgusting that even this blog refuses to show it correctly. My sister ordered chicken tenders, which is one of the simplest things to make, and even those were burnt. We sent those back to the kitchen, and the ones we got back were still burnt!
After we all ordered milkshakes, I looked at the menu and saw that (thankfully) it was about a tenth of the size of the previous menu we had, and there was one thing that stood out to me: The Texas Burger. It was an 8 oz patty with BBQ sauce, onion rings, bacon, and cheese; and I knew it must be good because Charlie ordered the same thing. As soon as I somehow stuffed the first bite in my mouth, I knew it was something extraordinary; the sweet bbq sauce and the salty crunch of the bacon together was a match made in heaven, the burger was perfectly cooked, and the onion rings added a whole new dimension to it. After I ate it, I told Rodney (son of Bob) that it was 'the best thing I ever ate' . And I wasn't lying. The burger alone might warrant a trip to Upstate New York.
On the way back, we stopped at Sheldon Farms to stock up on fruits and vegetables for the week, and after reading about it in a previous blog post of Suvir's my mom and I were anxious to check it out. Although we haven't had it yet, I'm sure the corn will be out-of-this-world good.
After a long day of traveling and food (both good and bad), we went back to the farm, fed the goats some extra corn, and I fell asleep dreaming about what the next day at the American Masala Farm would bring.