This was probably the best burger I’ve ever had, and I can’t really tell you why. It tasted like it was cooked on a grill that hasn’t been scraped clean for fifty years. It tasted like the product of decades of greasy, beefy buildup. It was really, really good. Maybe the exceptional quality of this burger had something to do with the exceptionally small town where we purchased it. Perhaps the town’s few residents are the chosen ones – the guardians of a well-protected secret burger recipe that dates back to the invention of the cow and ketchup.
If you’re ever in Beulah, make sure to go to the only restaurant in town and get a burger. Hopefully they won’t have cleaned the grill yet.
Oops – I meant to post this with the other Mexican stuff, but I forgot. This was our breakfast on our first day in Banamichi, Mexico. It was a roadside shack called “Pollos Nittos” that served us up some tasty hamburguesas and fried chicken. Que delicioso!
After a long night of driving and then a few hours of sleep in the car, Christopher and I found ourselves at Lola’s Mexican Cafe in Buffalo Gap, TX. Lola herself fixed us up some breakfast, which consisted of beans, eggs scrambled with chorizo and veggies, a tortilla and homemade indian frybread, which was sweet and delicious.
Our first night in New Orleans we hit up Coop’s Place, a popular drinking hole and eatery on Decatur Street. We had the Taste Plate, which features Gumbo and Jambalaya (with sausage and rabbit), and ventured to try the special – a whole fried sheephead fish. I can’t resist ordering a whole fish when I see it on the menu – and I’m glad I did this time because it was delicious. And huge. It all washed down quite nicely with a local Abita beer.
This tasted a lot more vivid than the image looks. It’s a half-rack of ribs (don’t be fooled by the “half” – it’s ginormous) from Fat Matt’s Rib Shack in Altanta, GA. We got it with a side of beans, slaw and “Brunswick Stew” (kind of like chili), and all the dishes come with a couple of slices of white bread for extra vitamins. Interesting factoid: it turns out Matt is actually quite slim – and, by extension, is a liar.
Driving around south of the Mason Dixon you start to notice that the normal pantheon of fast food chains has grown a little wider. That’s right, I’m talkin’ about Waffle House. Gwen and I have been meaning to stop at one ever since we started seeing the square yellow letters off the interstate. We finally got around to it somewhere in Alabama.
Hmm… maybe someday we’ll post something interesting to watch.
This was perhaps the most amazing lunch I’ve ever encountered. It was at a restaurant called “The Old Lighthouse”, located (near no body of water) somewhere alongside of the road leaving Charleston on the way to Tennessee. The meal consisted of fried catfish (“delta-style”), deep-fried hush puppies and freshly-fried potato chips. Each of these items was quite delicious individually, but put together the three created a vortex of grease that no human should ever be forced to eat (at least without a side salad or fruit plate). No one should be surprised that this menu item was actually part of a promotion sponsored by the restaurant’s cooking oil supplier.
Christopher had the “breakfast on a bun” sandwich, by the way.
This was a very tasty pulled pork sandwich from the Gold Dome BBQ in Charleston, WV. Their specialty is topping it with homemade slaw – I love cole slaw and have never actually put it directly on the sandwich before, so this was an interesting treat. And the beer was only $5 for a big pitcher (it was happy hour – normally the pitcher goes for a pricey $7).
Recession Road Trip 