Evans St. Station
City in the country
From the July, 2017 issue
When I was a kid, our family ate out only two or three times a year--my parents couldn't afford more, and rural western Michigan offered mostly worn-out diners and dark, scruffy bars frequented by gruff, unshaven men. But off a highway exit that led to the area's vineyards and orchards sat our family's favorite choice, Di Juanco's.
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