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Searching through reviews about the Union I stumbled upon this letter. I thought it was great.
Dear Clarkston Union,
You are one helluva unique place. Once upon a time you existed as a church. From there you were converted into a restaurant. Your elegant stained glass windows still filter the sunlight as it pours upon your hungry patrons. Your wooden pews no longer face an altar, but have now been arranged to accomodate the tables that bare your delicious food stuffs. Your aforementioned altar is now a cooking work of art, pumping out dish after dish of scrumptious treats.
Your beer menu is second to none. With nearly 30 varieties ON TAP, and prices that don't require handing over your life savings, you instantly had my heart! I decided to go with the Ichabod Pumpkin Ale; a decision that proved to be wise the moment I took that first sip! After I had my beer fix, your offering (and knowledge) of Arnold Palmer's kept me quenched throughout the meal to come.
The menu you provide is extensive, but I had my sights set on one thing and one thing alone. The mac and cheese. "Legendary" is one word I'd heard to describe it. I concur. Before me lay a scrumptious dish of penne rigate with Canadian sharp cheddar and mild pinconning cheeses, topped with a perfectly crispy crust. You know that saying "I inhaled it"? It applies here.
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