We are achingly close to a full set of the Georgia restaurants reviewed at Roadfood.com. One on their list had long confused me a little about when best to stop by for a visit. It’s Lane Southern Orchards, a gigantic agribusiness about fifteen miles south of Macon near the town of Fort Valley. I wasn’t entirely sure what would be good to eat here other than fresh peaches. Turns out that they do have a cafeteria, so we just needed to wait for a trip down to the coast to visit Marie’s mother and her father that coincided with our state’s peach season, and we could mark it off our list.
Now, regarding this cafeteria: tread cautiously. In their considerable defense, this place offers some frankly amazing fried chicken, but it seems to sell out very, very fast. We arrived shortly after eleven, behind some large tour groups from area senior centers, and got the last of it. At eleven. In fact, we were called back to the window with apologies that they had already sold out of the chicken, and asked whether Marie would like anything else. Happily, they had miscounted and Marie did get a really good order of fried chicken. It was fantastic, incredibly juicy and better than any we’ve had in ages.
So if you can get the chicken, absolutely do so. Otherwise, find something else in the region. The barbecue was truck plaza cafeteria slop, the sides all came from out of town, and even if you can eat this wonderful chicken, you might do so under the oppressive eye of eight or nine flat screen TVs all blaring Fox News.
Lane almost made up for my disagreeable lunch underneath vomitous propaganda with their desserts. I will forgive a lot for homemade peach ice cream. This was great stuff. My daughter had the butter pecan, which was darn close to being almost as good, and Marie had peach cobbler which would shut anybody’s mouth and left even our wonderful ice creams in the dust. She came out of this visit way, way ahead of my daughter and me, let me tell you.
Of course, the visit would not have been complete without a box of fresh peaches. You can get a half-bushel here for only $25. That was more than enough for Marie to share with her family, and bring home to my mother, and set her to the very agreeable task of eating and cooking. They grow absolutely perfect peaches here at Lane. They don’t need sugar and they don’t need cream.
Marie has mentioned something about trying to make some spiced peach and carrot cake. I wonder how that’s going to turn out.