Our first Visit to Apple Holler

We went to Apple Holla' (at me baby) on Saturday. We didn't go to pick apples. We didn't go to pick pumpkins. We just wanted to go somewhere, and we decided there was no place better than Stone Fire Pizza and since we already went to SFP on Friday night (SFP is the best $27.00 we have spent in a long time, and if you got kids, then go there for dinner and games, plus the flu is free for every person) . . . ! For those of you unfamiliar with SFP, it is a mixture between Chuckie Cheese and Shakeys without the mice and annoying characters running around. Also, the parents were not completely wasted as is a major problem at the Chuckie Cheese in Waukesha County.

After we caught every communicable human disease at SFP on Friday, it was only fitting that we go to Apple Holler to catch all possible communicable farm animal diseases. But instead of accumulating contagions, we just had a nice time. It is a well country-style decked out place (unfortunately a little expensive) with a lotta hay, pumpkins, apples, people, animals, corn stalks, corn, dirt, homemade jam, and other country stuff. But best of all, nothing beats hanging out on a farm with one-man reggae music in the background (the musician was pretty darn good too).

We went through a corn maze, hung out on haybales, played in the corn box (sand box filled with . . . you guessed it . . . corn), and we had a nice big oozing and gooey caramel apple. We had a good time, and we would reccommend going to Apple Holler. We still reccommend Stone Fire Pizza in New Berlin more, but that is because not much can top Stone Fire Pizza Co.