I have a rule for road trips: no eating from chain restaurants. During a recent road trip celebrating my daughter’s 30th birthday, I ate gas station green chilies in New Mexico, steer burgers 30 miles from anywhere in Oklahoma, chicken fried steak in a restaurant which I thought served Greek but the sign actually said Creek.
Another culinary masterpiece was consumed at Abe’s Grill in Corinth, MS. The only two employees are Abe, who is in his late 70’s and his 55-year-old son. As you can see, Abe caters to the locals. I had Abe’s “special” hot dogs and famous fries. Both tasty, but with loads of grease. If this meal had been served in New Martinsville, would it have tasted as good?
