Rochambeau ya for it...

David took me on a nice drive to Leiper's Fork, a tiny little town about 15 minutes away, and had lunch at the Backyard Cafe, where you can literally eat in the back yard, if you don't mind some flies sharing your sandwich. We sat on a porch swing in front of the overpriced art gallery talking daydreaming about opening a restaurant in Leiper's Fork. It's the kind of place that really draws a crowd on summer weekends and has some seriously expensive real estate, but only two little cafes, a couple of antique stores, a small market and this art gallery. They need a not-too-expensive-but-kind-of-gourmet joint. We'd call it Rochambeau. Sounds chic, non?

Oh, and Barney Fife apparently still works there. I didn't see him, but I did see his car.