Sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name. That was the theme song from Cheers, or at least very close to it. Or maybe it was exactly the opposite. In any case, you now have that song going through your head, so you’re welcome.
Coming home from a 4th of July weekend up north, we stopped at Farwell for dinner, partly to avoid fast food, and partly to avoid the crowds that would be at said fast food restaurants. So instead of jumping on US 10 from M 115, we stayed on 115 an extra mile and ended up at Birchwood Restaurant. It appeared like your average small town family restaurant, and that was what we were looking for.
I had a hard time deciding between the fish sandwich and the olive burger. I went with the fish sandwich, and even before I got it, I regretted. There, on the board which I hadn’t noticed before, was the 1st place award for having the best burger in town. I don’t suppose Farwell has a lot of options, but still, I could have had an award-winning burger.
My fish sandwich was a solid “OK”. The breading was a little soggy, but the fish tasted alright. There were two pieces of fish between the buns, so there was no danger of running out of sandwich filler. I ordered it with the crinkle fries, and you can’t go wrong with crinkle fries. After all, they were crinkled and cripsy. My wife ordered the meatloaf, which was surprisingly good – I liked it better than what I ordered. My daughter ate up her kids dinner of spaghetti quite quickly, so everyone was happy.
As an honorable mention, they had one of those “IQ Tester” games, which are shaped like triangles and you have to try and clear out all the pegs. Whatever distracts the attention of a 7-year old for a few minutes is fine with me. And it didn’t take long at all to get our food. Sam, the waitress, was working hard for the money – Donna Summers would have been proud – as she was the only waitress working despite having quite a few tables to manage.
If you’re looking for the anti-tourist restaurants, then Birchwood is for you. For all you coming home on Sunday nights during the summer, go the extra mile (literally) for some homemade food.