There is one particular truck stop between Indianapolis and Chicago that Jay insists we stop at every trip we make. Outside, the truck stop has about 24 gas pumps, and one or two people begging for money, and a very loud loudspeaker announcing to each trucker when his shower is ready.
Inside, the truck stop has more racks of snack foods than I’ve ever seen in my life, and clothes with deer heads and weapons on them, and shot glasses, and books with names like, “Seven Things You’ll See if You Go to Hell.”
And there’s a diner.
On our last trip, we happened to be passing the truck stop around dinner time, and I insisted that we eat at the truck stop diner. Much to my surprise, Jay did not disapprove.
I had chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes — not the healthiest meal I’ve eaten in the last year — but what else should you eat in a truck stop? I forget what Jay had, but much to my surprise, they did have a couple vegetarian options.
The food was fine. I was hoping our waitress would be interesting enough to make a good American People subject, but she was lacking, somehow. She did disappear for a curiously long time (she looked like she may have needed to take a methamphetamine break). There weren’t as many truckers as I expected to see. There were, to my surprise, several curiously hot guys in there.
#1 by Richie on September 22, 2011 - 3:11 pm
Every time I think of a truck stop now, I think of the Foo Fighters (video is NSFW!):
#2 by Doug Peters on September 23, 2011 - 9:00 am
Sometimes you just have to stop and enjoy the… Well, sometimes you just have to stop
#3 by Gary Campbell on October 2, 2011 - 2:14 pm
My fave gas stop on I-5 in Chehalis, Washington closed last New Year’s, was torn down, rebuilt, and just reopened as a truck stop. It looks huge from the freeway, and there seems to be one set of pumps for trucks and another for cars. They’ve unfortunately chosen Carl’s Jr. as the food vendor, but I want to stop and check out the rest of the facilities one of these Fridays.