As we were driving up to this little gem, my husband was complaining about my GPS. It took us off the highway a couple exits early, directed us through construction and a warehouse district, before squeezing us down a back alley, and delivering us at the perfectly passable main road. My GPS has always been that way. It tried to take me to Lebanon of Middle Eastern origins when I was two miles away from Lebanon, Indiana. I started to wonder if we were being hoodwinked again when we pulled into the parking lot.