Sunday, September 28, 2008

ROADSIDE DINING

You know what they say. You want to know where a good restaurant is, just look at where the truck drivers go. Having traveled all over the country for over two years, I've seen tractor trailer rigs parked outside some questionable establishments, literally holes in the wall, but I thought to myself, surely it must be good if so many truckers are eating there.

There are a few places, over the past five months, that we have seen consistently since switching to TWT and staying mainly on the Interstate 5 / Highway 97 corridor. There is an authentic Mexican restaurant that looks as if a good gust of wind would blow it over in the town of Dorris, CA. A small cafe tucked into a main street so short, that if you blinked, you would pass right by it in Grass Valley, OR, but for our first little excursion into trying the local flavor, we took the chicken way out, and stopped at Bill and Kathy's in Dunnigan, CA.

This establishment has been around for ages, but the building has kept up with the times and upon walking up to the doors I wasn't second guessing my choice like I was in Texas when we stopped at the Route 66 Diner. (Click on the link to read all about it) No, Bill and Kathy's didn't scare us off at all, it is your basic roadside coffee shop/lounge, and so we sat down and perused their menu. All the basics where there, along with daily specials, and so we made our choice and waited for our food. The service was quick and friendly, and the food, though not fancy, was just like eating the best home cooked food you ever had. We were not disappointed!

This does bolster my confidence again to try some really out there roadside eateries in the future. The memories of Mama Bates at the Route 66 Diner have faded under the glow of the experience we had at Bill and Kathy's. And so I vow to bravely go where previous drivers have gone before and hopefully live to write about it.

1 comment:

rosemary said...

When i was a kid we took off every summer across the country....you know my dad was a trucker. he called the places where we ate...dives. i loved the places. i loved sitting at the counter like a big girl all by myself. we never ate at home like we did at those places.

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