I had just arrived to the area, cold and hungry like an aged vulture scavenging the road sides for a lifeless groundhog. The road caused my Charger's suspension to jolt like a jack rabbit after drinking Starbucks, but the Just Inn bar hotel sign soon emerged from the horizon. Struck in awe and with curious anticipation, I made the right turn into the humble limestone parking lot. After powering down my workhorse, I was soon greeted by a young chap who went by the name Johnson. He immediately carried my belongings inside for me to spend the evening in his establishment. Although I can't say the same for my sedan, the sheets were spotless. I highly recommend Just Inn, and their food is straight fire. read more