Just Like Home

Until I moved to Fort Wayne, I'd never heard of Bob Evans. When my sister and I were moving me in last year, we saw a few of their plain buildings and signs and assumed it was an insurance company.

As it turns out, it's a chain of 579 restaurants scattered around the eastern half of the United States (they also own Mimis Cafe).

Based on their commercials, I've had the impression that it's one of those "family restaurant for old people" kind of places, like Cracker Barrel. As a result, I've never had any interest in going.

Well, the other night driving home from Indianapolis, I figured, "Why not give it a try?" All my presuppositions were right. The menu was exactly what I expected that the over-55 crowd wants - mashed potatoes and gravy, just like you get at home.

But what I didn't expect was for the home-like atmosphere to permeate into the rest rooms. Apparently, at Bob Evans they expect you to clean the bathroom, just like you do at home. They even leave the supplies in there for you...


No one says "clean it yourself" like Bob Evans.