Chowing down in Volcano
Volcano, CA, a picturesque spot in the Mother Lode (the historic gold mining country). We trekked up this morning to wander through Daffodil Hill, one of those monuments to the vision of an average person (or family, as it is in this case). Daffodil Hill started out as a planting of a few daffs around a foothill homestead in the 1870's, and the family has just never stopped, so that now there are acres of flowers--literally thousands of blooms, in their full glory for a couple of weeks each spring, During that time family & friends work full time directing traffic & keeping an eye on the place. It's completely non-commercial, no admission is charged (you can make a donation if you like), there's no rides to buy tickets for, paid parking, etc., ad nauseum. A local youth group has a snack concession across the street, and the family sells postcards--that's it.
Well, enough preamble. After feasting our eyes, it was time to feast in other ways. Volcano is a tiny village, and there is only one place to get a meal--the Volcano General Store--you can eat in or dine across the street in the public park, among the limestone boulders left behind by hydraulic gold mining. The store is an original stone building, of local stone, built around 1850, and includes a food counter as well as general merchandise. A prominent feature is a stome cooking grill built inside the dining room. That grill produced a very fine cheeseburger, which was served on an absolutely perfectly toasted bun. Heaven! And very reasonable to boot--the cheeseburger, grilled chicken sandwich, chips, and sarsaparilla totalled about 10 bucks, tax included.