I spent the weekend in Vermontville doing manly things like shooting guns and building walls and
drilling through 8 feet of concrete. At the end of one long day, we decided to head out to a bar in Olivet called the
Coach Light Inn.
Yes, we drank and sang karaoke at this tiny, well-lit establishment that also had kids running around at 11pm. Yes, we did go back there the following morning for breakfast, too (which of course you had to try the special: prime rib, eggs & hash browns).
But one of the things I loved most about
The Coach Light Inn was a sign posted outside that was meant to clear up some rumors...
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