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Legs Inn, Cross Village, Michigan
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Named for it's ramparts.
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A ball point pen from the late seventies touted Leg's Inn as "A most unusual restaurant and tavern made of roots. Tourist Mecca. Cross Village, Michigan." I can't argue that logic in the least. It's named for the stove legs that make up the rampart of the building. Just looking at the outside gives you a taste of what the interior is like. You'll have to visit and find out for yourself. Take M-119 from Petoskey to Harbor Springs, then keep following it 20 miles north and you'll not only find Legs Inn but some beautiful scenery as well. They call it the tunnel of trees and it follows the shore of Lake Michigan.
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He's got the whole world... where?
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Here's a veiw of the parking lot including bark wigwam and the goofy guy with the globe on his head. What does it all mean? Ask George, the owner. His uncle, Stan Smolak, was a Polish immagrant who built this place in the tradition of his native architecture in the 1920's. He spent his days parusing the woods and shoreline for driftwood and roots which he sculpted into these weird shapes. He was befriended by and later made an honorary chief of the Odawa Indian Tribe.
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Keeping vigil.
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Legs Inn is famous for their authentic Polish cuisine, million dollar sunsets, unique setting and live bands from Memorial Day to Mid-October. The drive there is worth it and you'll be amazed at the people you meet there. I've never had a bad time. Ever.
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