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Jesus Christ, I live in America, and there is no food sold in service stations, here.You crazy as hell and must not have grown up in the south. There are gas stations down here that are among the best meat-and-three diners anywhere, and about ten blocks from me thataway is the old Oak Park Amoco, now a Chevron, where you can get really good fried chicken and jojo potatoes. (But get it between 10:30 and 1 when it's fresh.)
my parents stopped at a little chef once, and in one of the few mindmelds between them and me when i was growing up, we immediateky walked back out again. (my sister wanted to stay though!)
― lexpretend (lexpretend), Wednesday, 3 January 2007 20:03 (seventeen years ago) link
another memory: me and my mates goonar and cookie driving to york to look at the university (that's what we told our head of sixth form)/fuck about for a day. cookie was one of the first in the year to pass his driving test, having taken one of those one-week intensive courses; he was driving his sister's re-registered 1978 fiesta. this would have been, what, 1992: the only tape in the car was "nevermind". you can get very sick of "nevermind". i think that was when me and nirvana parted ways.
anyway, we chug from blackpool to york, look at the university for three seconds, fuck about, buy cigs, have a sneaky pint, then head back. on the way home we stop at a little chef somewhere; can't remember where.
i have a toasted teacake and a cup of tea. goonar has a pancake and some coffee. cookie orders fish, chips, peas, bread and tea, followed by some kind of fudge dessert with fake cream.
back in the car, goonar asks: "so, you off out tonight, cookie? that why you're having an early tea?"
"naah," he burps. "i'm off home for me dinner."
happy days.
― grimly fiendish (simon), Wednesday, 3 January 2007 20:14 (seventeen years ago) link
I have very mixed feelings about them. I've been to some that were fine. One at Tyndrum I seem to remember was pretty good. If you stuck with fry-ups you were usually OK. The Olympic Breakfast! But some were totally appalling. If the floor was sticky underfoot that was usually a bad sign.
― Ned T.Rifle (Ned T.Rifle), Wednesday, 3 January 2007 20:44 (seventeen years ago) link