I’m driving lost. Starving. I’ll stop for directions. Get something to eat. Perfect. The infamous “sign up ahead” gives me hope. And so it begins, my personal Twilight Zone, the Panda Nightmare.
After decades of driving, you’d think I might have stumbled upon a great restaurant when I needed to eat. Currently, I can’t think of one. I do remember the worst place, a roadside shack in Wyoming that specialized in roadkill–one bite and done. The second worst was a fast food chain that served food with salt and more salt–water, quick. These are the two culinary experiences I taste when I wake up from this nightmare. Good way to lose weight.
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