In the Fall, nothing is quite as rewarding as a trip to the farthest outskirts of the Twin Cities to visit Jim’s Apple Barn–an unembarrassed embarrassing collection of chintz, schlock and kitsch wrapped around some of the finest apples pies in creation.
Jim started out with one of many “apple orchards” who sold apples via a roadside stand. Then it grew. Now it sells everything under the sun that you don’t need.
Be warned, they do not take credit cards. This is the result of divine intervention because most people, if confronted by Jim’s Apple Barn and carrying a credit card would immediately buy $300 worth of useless crap.
On the other hand, they might buy these useful items…
Pet Rat Gummi washed down with Bacon Soda. Yeah baby.