"Although I truly believe this man means well, this was an unconventional & quirky experience that I would never want to have again, and I feel it’s my responsibility to others to inform them of what the experience actually is, so they can decide for themselves if they’d like to have it. This is not a restaurant, or an inn, or even a cafe— this is a man inside of his home who is cooking for you. There are no tables to dine at, no privacy to be had with loved ones— you literally walk in, and stand around a kitchen as the guy makes you stuff. He only takes cash, and he only does this every few years when a random person contacts him off Google. I did not know this when I went, and would have appreciated the heads-up that this person doesn’t do this consistently or professionally, and does not have a permit to serve food. you are quite literally paying a stranger- a strange man- to make you food in his own kitchen, and you need to trust that this random Stranger you’ve never met, who doesn’t usually do this, will make you edible food that isn’t harmful. I personally have way too much anxiety to trust a stranger like that, who doesn’t actually own a real food business, like I thought this was. I truly think if I were still a hippie in my 20s, in another era or chapter of my life, this may have felt cool to me~ but as an adult woman, my anxiety was going off to the point where I felt like I needed to leave immediately~ and did. I do not trust strange men to make me meals who do not make people food for a living. It was just fully bizarre in every way. On top of all of it, this man was honestly.. strange. There was something about him that made me feel extremely uncomfortable, that was extraordinarily off putting. As a female, I do not recommend other females going here, especially if traveling alone. Something about this did not feel right… at all. He wasn’t listening to anything I was saying (for example I asked for my chai to be “to go” and he kept trying to serve it to me, with almost forceful intention— and I kept having to repeat myself that I wasn’t going to drink it there) I took the food to go, and did not touch it. With all of this being said, I’m sure this guy could have good intentions, and may possibly just be socially odd- but it didn’t feel like a situation I could trust as a woman. I felt a bit scared, to be honest. Why did he tell me he didn’t have a food permit when I was there, but not prior to my arrival? Why did he tell me he had only actually done this only a few times in his life, before I was to consume his food, but not before I got there? It was all very fishy, and very twilight zone vibes. Everything about his demeanor made me feel anxious. But that’s not to say that someone else may not have a better time. I think if he gave me a heads-up before I came, on all of the details of what it actually was, it wouldn’t have felt so weird… but he didn’t. And than he said, “fooled ya!” … when I expressed that it wasn’t what I had expected. (Which I did not appreciate) All in all, I’d say if this sounds like an experience that is up your alley, try it out. Go with a group for safety, make sure you watch him make the food for peace of mind, and enjoy yourself, if you can. But, if any of this sounds like an anxiety attack waiting to happen, go with your gut & avoid this. I can’t express enough how this guy might just be a bit odd, and just may not understand social protocol and business etiquette. Probably means well. But because I just can’t tell for sure, i wouldn’t risk eating here. There was too much information kept from me before I got there, and it was way too much of a surprise when I arrived. It was not at all what I thought it was going to be, And I did not like my experience there. I felt disappointed and uneasy and ran away from the experience."

"Discovered Mr. Pup's on a lark on a trip to Vermont. Quirky little place for good conversation and ho-made chai. If you're lucky, the kindly Mr. Pup might offer you some sweet treat he's recently cooked up. Yum."