i took my girlfriend here for a xmas treat and am glad i did - the farmhouse is traditionally fantastic, a step back in time, with mr shrute giving guests special attention in his own unique manner - i highly recommend the beet wine :D

A tastefully rustic beet farm with an excellent table making class.

I stayed at this beet farm, and received lots of great service from this family ran farm. Mr. Schrute was a bit strange but seemed to care about us a lot, although he talked nonstop about goats and some guy named Michael. The rooms were very well priced, for 59 dollars we got 2 queen beds and a very clean room. Some beet juice stains were on the carpet, but who cares.
The location is great, but nearby a highway. And lots of goats making noises.

As soon as I got to Schrute Farms, the owners, Dwight and Mose Schrute, ran alongside my car hooting and yelling things that sounded vaguely like, "BEARS, BEETS, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA!" Dwight told me I seemed visibly frightened, so he tried to warm up to me a little bit by showing me the farm. (Mose bared his teeth in an alarming way and tried to grab my arm, which Dwight told me was his version of a smile and a handshake) My room was a bit too rustic for my tastes, being made out of wood and the ceiling infested by a patch of bats Dwight had apparently named Bloody and Beast, among others. For dinner there seemed to be a general beet theme, which is a nice way of saying everything there was made out of beets except for what Dwight was having, which seemed to be a bloody hunk of some sort of meat. Mose ate dog food under the table, and lapped water out of a plastic bowl. All in all, this place is horrible. (There also appeared to be something living in the outhouse.)