There is a restaurant in St. Michael's named Gina's. "Restaurant" is a very big word for this tiny space. Jam-packed into an building that might have once served as a corner market, is a handful of tables, a bar that seats a half dozen souls and hundreds of random 'found' things. Saddles and surfboards hang in the rafters along with a life-sized cutout of the "world's most interesting man".  Corks, and broken pieces of glass are glued into the wall. Shelving made of roughly painted 2x4's are full of discarded Frank McCourt and Michener novels. Scrabble pieces are set out at various places- including the bathroom- and random messages greet you each time you visit.  "Sue smokes pot", "I heart iffy",  "Life is liver".   It's a whole new creative spin on graffiti.  A wetsuit hangs up high in one corner and there is an album wedged behind the bar that has photos of patrons who- no doubt with a little liquid courage-  have tried it on. The garden outside holds another half-dozen assorted tables, random flower and a centerpiece of rocks and plants topped by a pair of leather hiking boots which swing from an iron plant stand.  The proprietor, Gina, has a second establishment in Millersville called Gina's Cantina that we decided to check out. Slightly lost and uncertain and approaching via an ambiguous stretch of road- We knew we had found our way when we spotted a child's red flyer trike complete with handlebar tassels suspended over the roadway. (The food, by the way, is great at both places)