This is The Rice City Grill . The sign mounted in the back of a truck will make sure you don't miss it. The front door was propped open with a twelve-pound pipe wrench and the door's hardware had the unnecessary elegance of the early 1900s. The proprietress was a gamin-like young woman named Raina Clawson. Husband Rodney was busy in the back.
People often mistake busy husbands for hired help.
Maybe he was busy looking for his wrench. As young as they were, they knew that if it's a beautiful Spring day, then Summer will be here tomorrow. During the week it opens at 7am, and we're sorry we're not able to report on their breakfast. We'll make an effort to be hungry for our next visit. If you're lamenting the passing of places like this, then stop lamenting and pay them a visit.