The Home Made Restaurant

This was a terrible place to eat, I will never go back, terrible service, the salad was so small and all it had was lettuce tomato pieces I slice of cucumber, I would of been embarrassed to serve this, the hot turkey sandwich was terrible, the gravy tasted like it was out of a can wow what a waste of money !!

So, we’re driving down the 119 when I see a sign: «Village of HOME». «Hey!» I said, «Look! We’re home!» And nobody believed me.
My brother used to have an ambition to buy up a ghost town somewhere and rename it to «Own Risk», because he figured he could set up a gift shop there and sell T-​shirts with slogans like «I parked at Own Risk» or «I swam at Own Risk».
«Home» is a name with even more potential. Just think of setting up a Motel and calling it «Welcome Home». The tourist slogans just naturally occur: «Come Home for Thanksgiving», or «On Our Last Vacation, We Stayed at Home».
Apparently, I’m not the only one who recognises the punderful opportunities presented by this place, since the local eatery is called «The Home Made Restaurant». With a name like that, I just had to eat there at the first opportunity, so I took my sweetie there for lunch.
I ordered the Gyro Pita Sandwich. (Yeah, I know, this place is all about «comfort food», but I hadn’t had Middle Eastern food in yonks, and for me, it *is* comfort food.) It was good, but instead of either rolling the pita around the filling, or else cutting the pita in half and stuffing the filling into the pocket, as most places I’ve been do, they treat the pita as if it’s normal bread, giving you two pitas with the filling between them. Everything was present and accounted for, and it tasted good, but the results were even messier than usual for me, and my brand new T-​shirt now has tzatziki on it.
My sweetie was too busy going «Mmmm!» and rolling her eyes to talk much, but I think she might just possibly have enjoyed her steak salad. It certainly looked good.
The service was friendly, the prices were reasonable, the décor has a kind of «come on in and make yourself comfortable» kind of ambiance, and it was clear that most of the clientele were locals who would have been just as happy to eat there, even if there had been competition in the neighbourhood.
I don’t know when I’ll be back in that neck of the woods, but when I am, I’m pretty sure I know where I’ll be eating.

The best restaurant in Home. Well, it may be the only restaurant in Home, but don’t let that sway you. This place has been open for years due to the loyal clientele that keep coming back for more. If you are in the area this is definitely a good option for dinner. They have really good homemade desserts. The best is one called «cream puff pie,» I think.