Joe and I never had any experience with the Amish culture or cuisine. As most people, we knew them as “the people who don’t have electricity.”

As a cyclist passing through, the Amish community and the nearby drivers should be given the ‘Kindness Award.’ Horse and buggies, and bicycles are not uncommon to see around each corner, reminding people that transporation is not only done by driving fast in your souped up Honda Civic. Car’s gave us ample room, and were happy to wait a few moments until the oncoming traffic passed. After a few days of hell’ish riding, the Amish gave us a boost in spirits.

The most memorable gestures came from a man riding a horse and buggy on the other side of the road. We approached each other without an interrupting passing car. Think of a movie-style slow-motion hug. The man had a long gray beard with no mustache, plain colored clothes, a straw-like hat, and a little version of himself sleeping on his lap. The smile he gave was as genuine as smiles can get. He was happy to see me, and for whatever reason I was happy to see him.

If you are unsure as to what ‘American Cuisine’ actually is, visit an Amish town. The attention to the quality of the food and furniture is something as an american I am proud of. We visited Walnut Creek, a true ‘American’ experience.