Ron Faiola

My family spent mot of their summer vacations in a little town called Chetek in Northern Wisconsin and we frequented a supper club called "The Spot" that was located down a county road in the woods. There my parents would warm up before dinner with an Old Fashion while my brother & I had "kiddie cocktails" loaded with maraschino cherries. Dinner was typically immense - batter fired fish caught in the nearby lakes or huge slabs of prime rib or steaks accompanied by a relish tray, rolls and show more abundant side dishes. The meal was rounded out by sumptuous desserts made in-house and then, for my parents a gooey after dinner drink, usually a grasshopper.

How great to know that in an age of dreary chain restaurants these family run supper clubs not only still exist, but are thriving. THank you Ron Faiola for writing this book & giving me an excuse to make a nostalgic road trip. show less

Great flashbacks to the types of restaurants we'd frequent when I was growing up. Now I'd not be able to visit these without growing out!