I figure that when I reach the place that I am destined to call home for the rest of my life I will receive some kind of a sign – a sign that says, “Here. Stay here. You belong here.”
Well, you guys, it’s possible I got that sign this week.
And it happened in the least likely of places.
And that sign?
It looked like this:
I mean, seriously, you guys, Bacon Street? How is that not a sign I should move there? It could have only gotten better if it intersected with Pancake Road.I went to LeRoy on Wednesday with a carful of fun ladies for the express purpose of visiting The Jello Gallery, which is exactly what it sounds like – a museum dedicated to Jello.
You see, in addition to being home to possibly the best-named street ever, LeRoy also happens to be the birthplace of Jello, America’s most famous dessert.
Well, according to the fine people of LeRoy, Jello is America’s most famous dessert.
According to the fine people of me, Jello is not a dessert at all.
I mean, come on.
It tastes like fruit and doesn’t have any fat in it.
That is not a dessert, people.
That’s a trick.
Personally, I tend to be suspicious of any dessert that isn’t chock full of creamy peanut butter and oozey caramel and rich dark chocolate. The only fruit-flavored desserts I approve of must be surrounded by a flaky crust. Preferably one made out of animal fat.And, while I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Jello, I was a huge fan of the museum.
First, we were greeted by our tour guide, Jim, who also happened to be the town’s former mayor.
At least, I was impressed. I mean, I can’t say I’ve had many former mayors give me museum tours before. But, who knows, maybe this kind of thing is commonplace in a wondrous town where the streets are named after pork products?
Jim gave us a brief history of Jello, which turned out to be quite fascinating – or, at least a lot more fascinating than you would expect for a dessert that doesn’t have any chocolate in it.After our Jello history lesson, we were let loose on the museum itself which consisted of one big room jam-packed with displays.
There were displays of different old-timey advertisements for Jello.
Including lots of ads featuring the Jello Girl, who was apparently like the Gerber Baby of Jello. But older. And more multi-cultural. Or something.
There was a display showing the various Jello flavors that came and went over the years.
These flavors ranged from, “Okay, that doesn’t sound so bad.”
To the “OMIGOD, WHAT ON EARTH WERE PEOPLE THINKING?”
There was another display with recipes for unusual Jello-based concoctions.
And by “unusual” I mean, “SERIOUSLY. WHAT WERE PEOPLE THINKING? WERE THEY ALL ON CRACK? THEY HAD TO BE ON CRACK. THAT’S THE ONLY LOGICAL EXPLANATION.”
There were even tidbits of Jello trivia and amazing Jello facts.
Like, you guys, Jello has brain waves.
I told you that we shouldn’t trust a dessert that tastes like fruit!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you when Jello uses its brain waves for evil. Like, to seek revenge on humans by putting us in weird salads with Worcestershire sauce and lima beans.While all the displays were quite interesting, my favorite part of the museum was the super fancy oil paintings, which hung all over the walls.
They looked like they could be straight out of some European art gallery. Except, instead of featuring scenes of Greek goddesses frolicking or ancient saints looking stern, they featured Jello molds frolicking.
And Jello molds looking stern.Exiting the museum, we entered the very impressive gift shop, where you could buy pretty much everything Jello.
There were shot glasses so you could do your Jello shots the classy, brand-endorsed way.
And boxer shorts. Because what man wouldn’t want a pair of underwear that says “See It Jiggle! Watch It Wiggle!”?
Really.In addition to the Jello museum, the building also housed a transportation museum on the lower floor, where there was a collection of some old-timey sleighs and buggies and bicycles.
I didn’t quite understand why there was a transportation museum and what it’s connection with LeRoy was.
I’m sure there was an explanation somewhere.
But, frankly, I was too busy giggling over the “Two Seat Pleasure Wagon.”
And getting my picture taken with the Jello cow.
As you do.
Plus, I was really hungry. Like to-the-point-of-considering-Jello-a-viable-food-option-hungry.
Yep, that hungry.Luckily, our next stop on our short tour of LeRoy was the D & R Depot Restaurant, which just so happens to be a former railroad depot.
And, you guys, you know how I love me some trains.
So I figured this was another sign I should totally move to LeRoy. Well, that, and the upside-down snowman in the restaurant’s main dining room.
Okay, so it’s possible that was not a “You should move here” sign, but a “There might be something a bit weird in the water here” sign.
The ladies I was with decided we should start our meal off with Jello. I can’t say this would have been my first choice for a starter. But, you know, as they say, when in Rome.
Much to my surprise, I actually really enjoyed the Jello. I suspect this had something to do with the fact that I was super hungry. And the fact that there was a huge dollop of whipped cream on top of it. I mean, I would eat an old mop if it was covered in enough whipped cream.
We then continued our meal with onion rings which OMIGOD, YES, PLEASE, MORE, OKAY?
And then I had a spinach salad and the chicken potpie.
Described in the menu as the “conductor’s special,” my potpie was, indeed, very special — in a flaky crust kind of way.
And, as it just so happens, flaky-crust-kind-of-special is one of my favoritest kind of specials!
Well, that and the bacon-kind-of-special.What’s the quirkiest museum you’ve ever been to? P.S. You guys, I know I’ve bugged you about this a billion-million times, but there are only a few more days for you to vote for me for a Bloggie for the Best Travel Weblog! Voting closes on Sunday, March 17th at 10 P.M. EDT. So if you haven’t done so already, please go vote! Pretty, pretty please with whipped cream and flaky crust on top!