A. I really wanted to try some of their world-famous pie.
B. I have good memories (ok, good memory singular) there.
Several months ago I needed gum real bad. REAL Bad. But I was too lazy to drive to Giant or CVS (7 minutes away from our house), and the gas stations by our house don't have convenience stores, so I suggested to Blake, "Hey, let's try that General Store in our neighborhood. I bet they have random convenience store things. It is, after all, a general store, right?"
And so I walked in like a woman on a mission. Like I said, I needed my gum fix.
I noticed the people sitting at the tables with menus, and the man hovering by me that looked suspiciously like a waiter, but I kept going. I walked all the way to the back of the buildling, through several rooms, and past numerous tables. And. No gum.
Then the man who looked suspiciously like a waiter jogged after me and asked me if I would like a table. That's when my suspicions were confirmed. This was, in fact, a restaurant and not a general store as advertised.
I contemplated ordering some pie, but instead walked out sheepishly while Blake held in a giggle.
So. I didn't end up with any gum that night, but I'll always have fond memories of The General Store.