August 18, 2007

The Kopper Kettle Inn

My niece got married today and the location of the wedding, and the reception, was The Kopper Kettle Inn in Morristown, IN. I had never been to Morristown before, it's a small town a little south and east of Indy. The Kopper Kettle Inn used to be a grain elevator in the 1800's, and was converted to a Tavern and then a Tea Room. It was a small, but interesting choice for a wedding location -- the patio garden (above) where we sat for the ceremony was beautiful and even my two nephews fighting over the ring-bearer pillow didn't ruin the evening. That's one of the little guys on the left, trying to retrieve a penny from the fountain right behind the bride. The other one was pinned in a choke hold by their mother at this point.

The food was excellent -- like grandma used to make. Baked steak, fried chicken, green beans, corn, mashed potatoes -- all presented in large, heaping service dishes and passed hand to hand by the guests as if it we were having Thanksgiving dinner.

I don't know how many the Inn can seat at once, but there are many rooms and our party of 80 or 100 folks only took up, probably, half the place.

As I waited outside before the Wedding, I shot the breeze with an old man whose wife provides piano music for the regular guests every Saturday night. The whole place has a homey, laid back, family atmosphere. I recommend it, and the traffic around the building made it obvious that many people already know about it.


Sue King said...

Even though I've never eaten at the Kopper Kettle, I'm very familiar with it. When my daughter's father (Bluffton's Rick Miller) and I first moved down here, we lived in Morristown for a while. He still has a sister that lives there. It reminds me of Ossian when I was growing up. Just a sleepy little home town.

Dan McAfee said...

How about that! I used to have cousins who lived just down the road from Morrisville, in Rushville. They lived in an old hotel that had been converted into a home -- spiral staircase, lots of rooms and hiding places, ghosts . . . a great old place.