This wasn't easy to find.

I had to drive up and down 301 - well, click, but soon the same word will apply - and look for little signs that say "Chestnut Hill." There aren't any. It's an unincorporated village. There's no there there.

Eventually I got bored, went to vulture view, and clicked on commercial nodes, even if the map said there was only a U-Haul on the spot. It was only by chance I turned around, and spied the streamlined contours of the old restaurant.

Remarkable, eh? Aside from the paint and the merciless ravages of time, it's the same.


Owned and Operated by Mr. & Mrs. A. C. Rollins. "Southern Hospitality and Fine Food."