While at my Dad’s for Christmas, we got to visit The Pioneer Woman Mercantile in Pawhuska. It was the one thing that I  had to really wanted to do. I know there are lots of Ree Drummond fans all over the country, who are dying to make a trip to Oklahoma just for this. You can probably imagine the impact it’s having locally. It’s a big deal. Huge.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

When we arrived, it was a three-hour line for the sit down restaurant, and a 15-30 minute wait to get into the store and bakery. The lines wrapped around the block. My Dad just couldn’t believe it.  “In Pawhuska?” “Where did all these people come from?”

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

It wasn’t the ideal situation for my stepmom, so we decided to divide and conquer. My Dad, Trudy and Brendan got in line for the restaurant, while Marcos and I got in line for the store.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

It wasn’t too long before we were inside. All I can say is… “Bring a full wallet!” I could have easily spent hundreds of dollars. For real.  Enjoy the photo tour…

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

I wanted that pillow so bad, but the boss was with me, so it wasn’t happening. My advice to you is, “Leave your husband at home!” Trust me on this one.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Look, Macushla’s brother. Ha! (Macushla is the name of my cow head)

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Cute! I bought a pair of vintage looking bluebird salt & pepper shakers.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Aren’t these adorable? I wanted one, but what would I do with it?

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

I was so sorry to hear that Charlie passed away less than two weeks ago. I know he’ll be terribly missed by so many.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

I don’t normally take pictures of the bathroom, but why not?  Here’s a peek inside the ladies room… They really paid attention to every detail.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Upstairs is the bakery, with lots of seating.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

I wanted to get some goodies from the bakery to take home with us, but when I turned around, I saw that Ree was quietly doing a signing. Squeal! How exciting!

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman MercantileShe was so sweet.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

I really wanted to take a picture with her, but I was in the middle of a hot flash, so I had Marcos do it. He didn’t mind too muchI think he knew better than to complain.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

It’s a great place to stock up on stocking stuffers. I’m not ashamed to say that I wanted the Googly Eyes for myself.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Look, it’s Ree’s husband, Marlboro Man!

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

After we were done in the store, we went back outside to relieve my Dad, Trudy and Brendan.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Look at that line!

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The three of them went back to the car, while Marcos and I continued to wait in line.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

It took 3 1/2 hours to finally get inside, where we had to wait in yet another short line. I just kept thinking it was like the line for Soarin’ at EPCOT, lol.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The guys were being real good sports about the whole thing. They luv me!

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Oh, crap! I turn around and there’s my Dad talking to Marlboro Man. “Please don’t say anything stupid, please don’t say anything stupid.”

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Marlboro Man: “I’m pretty hungry.”

Dad: “Yeah, I’m pretty hungry too. I just stood on line for 3 1/2 hours!”

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

That’s the take-out counter.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Finally, we sat down to eat.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The French Onion Soup was out of this world! I think it might be the best I’ve ever had. Dad agreed. And it was different, because they used cornbread instead of the regular.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

Between the four of us, we each had either the Chicken Fried Steak or the Marlboro Man Sandwich. Both were very good.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

For dessert, we tried everything except for the Prune Cake.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The only thing I didn’t care for was the chocolate cake, and that might just be a matter of personal taste. It reminded me of the brownie that comes in a Hungry Man TV dinner.

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

The Pioneer Woman Mercantile

It was a long day at “The Merc,” but a good day. If you’re planning on visiting, come early with a full wallet, and an empty stomach. Forget about your diet! If at all possible, leave your husband at home. Remember… “Shopping with your husband is like hunting with the game warden.”

 

If you can’t make the trip to Oklahoma, you can visit her online store at www.themercantile.com