Vern and I drove from West Valley City, Utah to Moab, Utah on day two of our Oregon to Texas adventure.
On the way, we decided to stop in Price, Utah where some of Vern’s mother’s family–on her paternal side–the Price’s, once had lived. We parked on Main Street and walked several blocks to Farlaino’s Cafe where we enjoyed a tasty lunch.
The portions were generous, and neither the soup or spaghetti dish were typical restaurant fare. We were surprised by the homemade flavor and quality.
Betty Martinez and her daughters Helen Crandall and Trish Frandsen welcomed Vern and me. They’ve cooked and served meals to customers in this same location for thirty-two years.
The building itself is more than 100 years old. Last October, Helen purchased the restaurant, fulfilling a dream of hers to own Farlaino’s, which is a popular attraction among locals and tourists.
“You’ll never guess what used to be upstairs,” Helen said, pointing at the ceiling. “A brothel. Here, let me show you something.”
I followed her behind the serving counter and was surprised to see what looked like an old-fashioned doorbell beside some food service items.
“This is the buzzer that they used to call the girls to come downstairs with. They pushed it and it rang for them.”
Before heading out the door to continue our drive to Moab, Vern and I were invited back. If given the chance, we’ll return for more of their hospitality, tasty cuisine and interesting local history.
Thank you Farlaino’s for an overall great experience.