Stick to the jam
We didn't go to Knott's Berry Farm theme park. But we did go, for the first time, to the famous Mrs. Knott's Chicken Dinner Restaurant. Or rather, we went to the take-out counter, since as always, there was a line going out the door for the sit-down part. And after a long day on the road and a very close billiard game at the hotel, everyone was hungry.
While waiting we perused the many gourmet food shops attached to the restaurant. I almost got a jar of jam, although my mom did get some raspberry shortbread cookies, which my sister is sampling. If I'd known about it at the time, I'd have gotten boysenberry jam, since the place first gained fame way back in the 1934 when Farmer Knott and his partner Farmer Boysen developed a new strain of berry crossing the raspberry, blackberry and loganberry ... the boysenberry. With people coming from all over, Mrs. Knott start serving up her fried chicken, and from there grew a theme park (now owned by the same Ohio-based corporation that owns Cedar Point).
We walked back to the hotel, encountering a crazy man/religious freak along the way, and sat down to a big bucket of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and beans. But despite its local landmark status, we regret to report that the food wasn't all that good.