When I left the McLoud Blackberry Festival, I had originally expected to be driving home with a belly full of fresh berries, the dinner of a mildly successful gatherer of fruits and nuts. Sadly, fate had other finger-stained plans for me and, apparently, one of them was to not eat at the fair, no matter how much I craved those non-existent blackberries.
As I looked around for the nearest gas station to grab some cheese nachos or a hot dog for the ride home, instead, as I looked over to my shoulder, I noticed the faded sign for McLoud’s Country Café, 411 E. Broadway Ave., and decided that might be an okay place for dinner, if they were still open…and what do you know, they were! It was a St. Blackberry’s Day miracle!