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Hidden deep beneath the ancient trees, where lanterns glow without flame and old magic still stirs, the Wood Elf sets his table for the weary traveler.
A thick, hearty Reuben is stacked high with tender corned beef, melted Swiss cheese, tangy sauerkraut and creamy dressing between beautifully toasted slices of marbled rye, served alongside a generous helping of crisp, golden kettle chips.
Beside it bubbles the Woodland Cauldron—a rich and velvety potato leek soup, simmered slowly with tender potatoes, leeks, herbs and cream until warm enough to chase away the chill of even the darkest forest road.
Rustic. Hearty. Enchanted.
A feast meant to satisfy the Wayward Witch before the road calls her onward once more—for beyond the trees, Salem waits... and the old blood has begun to stir.
Hidden deep beneath the ancient trees, where lanterns glow without flame and old magic still stirs, the Wood Elf sets his table for the weary traveler.
A thick, hearty Reuben is stacked high with tender corned beef, melted Swiss cheese, tangy sauerkraut and creamy dressing between beautifully toasted slices of marbled rye, served alongside a generous helping of crisp, golden kettle chips.
Beside it bubbles the Woodland Cauldron—a rich and velvety potato leek soup, simmered slowly with tender potatoes, leeks, herbs and cream until warm enough to chase away the chill of even the darkest forest road.
Rustic. Hearty. Enchanted.
A feast meant to satisfy the Wayward Witch before the road calls her onward once more—for beyond the trees, Salem waits... and the old blood has begun to stir.