We were a few minutes behind, and finally decided that we should stop and eat before getting to our afternoon graduate class. We saw a sign for a Mexican restaurant and got off the interstate on Dry Fork Road in Harrison, OH. We were turning right when we saw it. The place was Monk’s Kitchen, and everything about it was calling our name. It is a cool building with some nice signage that says if you like local, you should eat here. I had exited there a number of times before, but somehow this little gem had escaped my perusal. As we entered the building, John was at the register and made us feel as welcome as a regular. The Monk in the logo on the rug caught my eye, and then I saw the sandwich pictures that lined the walls with the menu. The restaurant also had some other nice decorations, along with some wonderful, creative advertisements for their catering business. I was in full hypnosis mode as I walked around gazing at all of the goodies (like their amazingly tantalizing cookiewiches, made with homemade filling). I should mention that Monks is also the home of Angilo’s Pizza. John assured me that he had a pizza that he could serve on thin crust that would light me up. I will definitely call ahead for that delicacy in the future, but that particular Monday was meant for the bread in those pictures. I let John choose a spicy chicken sandwich with peppers and onions. As we were waiting for the food in the dining area, complete with old video games, John informed me that the flatbread is an old Cherokee recipe. Monk’s is definitely a stop worth making, and it will be a regular for me.
(BTW, the restaurant is named Monk’s because the original owner’s partner disappeared many years ago. The partner went to the man’s father’s funeral, hoping to see his friend. He looked up and noticed his former partner in full habit, and named the restaurant in his honor.)