"Welcome! You have a great past just ahead of you!" proclaims the entrance sign at Silver Dollar City. And that includes some serious old-fashioned shopping and plenty of eating opportunities, ranging from hot-dog and funnel-cake stands to sit-down restaurants, at least one of which features live music. Most fun is to buy stuff you can see being made, like baskets, blown glass creations, brooms, and apple butter. If it’s a sign you’re after, you have your choice of a plain, no-frills Sawmill shop sign, or Mari Sue will paint a primitive for you. Zelda fans will be delighted by the ocarina shop. In front of a shop selling (among other things) stuffed animals, a pioneer-dressed woman was demonstrating waxing a hapless stuffed toy to clean it. Bob spent some time getting in the mood for the holidays at Christmas Hollow. Leather, candles, guns, knives, several jewelry stores, and wagon train dolls… what you
can’t find here is a tougher question to answer.
At its strategic location of entrance/exit, Ozark Marketplace contains nine shops, in addition to its own vast inventory. Just a fraction of what we found here: a Coca-Cola memorabilia section, all items on sale; half life-sized Betty Boop dolls; homemade jams, jellies, relishes, etc., at a better price than we’d paid south of Kansas City; and of course, plenty of Halloween decorations (it was two weeks away at the time).
Segueing to the taste buds… I was intrigued by the jerky stand, selling turkey, buffalo, deer, and elk jerky, plus some really exotic (to my mind) kinds like alligator, wild boar, and kangaroo jerky. Brown’s Candy Factory sells fudge and peanut brittle--yum. Phoebe’s sells taffy, and there are two kettle corn shops.
And now, for dinner: Bob had walked by Riverside Rib House and liked what he saw and smelled, but it was on the other side of the park when we got back together at 5pm. Buckshot Annie’s Skillet Cookery, also tempting, was even further off, so we settled for Wagon Works. At 5pm, it was one hour to closing, but Bob’s request, Steak on an Axle, didn’t fly because they’d run out of steak. Instead, he ordered the half-pound BBQ pulled-pork burger on a big bun. The smoked turkey chipotle wrap I had my heart set on only half flew. No more Anaheim chili peppers, but I had them substitute red onion slices. The wrap itself was on the dry side, and the tomato slices were pale pink and tasteless. But the Chuckwagon steak and bean soup (the only thing they had left with steak in it) we shared, in a sourdough bread bowl, was steaming hot and quite good. Sodas were outrageously expensive: $2.59 for the smallest cup, with no refills. Forget it! Lesson learned: Better eat in mid-afternoon, before they start to run out. But the food filled us up, and the accompanying live ragtime music was enjoyable, including the old guy who accompanied pianist Don on wooden clackers.