One if by land, two if by sea. You might be a local if you moor your boat around the corner, or are a regular at the bar. Maybe you’re a neighbor, or a first- time stranger? Not for long, at the Honey Creek Inn, brimming with history, here and abroad while boasting architectural artifacts within its cozy walls.
It all begins and ends with prideful traditions proprietor, Don Kurylowicz who’s dished his Irish/Polish fare for 40 plus years. After taking the reins from Joyce’s Tavern, boasting the same longevity, not necessarily the same clientele. It turns out, biker’s bristle at the sounds of crooner Pat Boone and alas, Don had a quaint little family roadside Inn.
If the walls could talk, they would tell you they once adorned Catholic Centrals High School gym and were erected in an effort to conceal the boys from the girls. Just like the regulars, they are chock full of history, which they will gladly share such as the whereabouts of the chalky shuffleboard table which resided on the east wall offering a time-honored turn at the game of shuffleboard. Waiting patrons would snack on complimentary peanuts while some tossed shells on the floor, to offer gamesmanship perhaps? Now as I look over, I see five additional booths accommodating lucky winners of the famous polish dinners, almost always on the menu.
