Michigan and Wisconsin have towns that reflect the countries of origin of its population. They have Germantown in Wisconsin and Frankenmuth or nicknamed “Little Bavaria” in Michigan.
In Illinois, we have Maeystown except this tiny town is probably more known to visitors from the nearby state of Missouri. People that side of the state likes to feel that they are perpetually unknown or way below the radar of our state government.
In some ways I feel they have more affinity to St. Louis. They enjoy the amenities of that big city, that is where they go for cultural events and many of them are employed there too. In fact their sports loyalty is more to the St. Louis teams than the always lovable Cubs or the White Sox.
Maeystown is amazing! It is one of those old towns that is so charming, scenic and classy. It has some air of sophistication compared to the other towns as historical or old as this. It has the Old World feel without the grunginess. It does not have a musty smell, you know what I mean?
Galena is big and probably has more history but it has gone static. Maeystown is probably just an hour longer to drive if not the same and yet most Chicagoans go to Galena. They haven’t discovered the beauty and rich history of the towns by the Mississippi. It’s time they get to know them. I can just imagine, it can be as beautiful in the Fall as Galena.
Maeystown is really tiny. It has one B&B, a couple of antique stores, a tea house, a bar and grill, one coffee house, a museum and other old structures which they have preserved. Because they only have one of each kind there is no competition, they actually support each other.
To show you how it works, Vici Tea House where we ended up eating because the Rooster Hill Farm was closed, is the place to be for lunch. They offer only one set menu. The day we were there, lunch was chicken salad on a bed of red romaine in a ring of a sliced cantaloupe. It also came with two good size rolls (slices) of herbed bread which I loved. If I wasn’t too shy I could have asked how she made it. It was soft and buttery, I wish I could find the recipe. Dessert was also home-made, a raspberry cookie. Their coffee was excellent, the owner said she bought it at the coffee house next door where they roast and grind the beans.
Except for a couple on a first date and us, the other diners are another church minister and his wife, the owner of the General Store, and the guy who cooked at the tavern. I bet he’s the owner too. Everyone knows everybody, like one big family.
Even though my cousins are new transplants from Colorado, he is the minister in his church and so they know him too. Many of them are parishioners.
To appreciate and know more of this quaint village, read its history here.
Inside the Vici’s Tea House: