So bow your head over, say, a frothy glass of Harp's Lager on tap, or '94 Hess Select chardonnay. Keep your culinary expectations guarded. You can have a fine time at Clarkston Union. The menu is the soul of wit, and still stumbles, with one or two soups, a handful of salads, sandwiches and a mix of homemade sausage. Bless them, though, for offering a varied Sunday breakfast.
Food is universally lukewarm or cold, and much of it is surprisingly bland.
A house specialty at the Clarkston Union is sausage. One variety uses dried cherries from northern Michigan. The restaurant also has several beers. Regardless of the sins and triumphs of the Union, it is a stunning architectural gem, unearthed and salvaged by owner Curt Catallo, whose parents, Sharron and Clarence, bought the building seven years ago and just happen to live, as did Curt, in an old Methodist church a block from the Union. It gleams, by way of high-gloss wood, muted yellow walls, sunlight pouring in and light shining from more than two dozen dangling industrial fixtures.