…
on this run west. On Route 322, eleven miles west of Philipsburg,
PA, just over the hill from Route 80.
Known
for its award winning BBQ sauce, which, if the label can be believed,
should be partnered with a fire extinguisher. Also known for its
rustic wooden furniture, which is really repurposed plastic. Also
known, at least to the Passenger, as the place which employs the
BluStorm2. This stainless steel box affixed to the wall by the sink
contains a square opening into which the brave insert their dripping
hands. It responds with an other-worldy blue light and a blast of
wind that attempts to rip skin from said hands in the process of
drying them.
The
large, dirt/gravel lot is an invitation to truckers. There is also
an ethanol plant nearby that likely brings in regular appetites.
This is the one stop where one orders food before hitting the
restroom. Especially since the Trucker has a standard order that
requires no reading of the menu beforehand. A pulled pork
“sammitch,” and fries. His Passenger generally settles on the
chicken sandwich, grilled, with no sauces or suches.
The
background music is standard rock, not one of the multiple modern
interpretations thereof. Background, yes, until one enters the
restroom. There, decibels double, owing to a large speaker in the
ceiling directly above the stall. That is somewhat bearable, as most
users of the facilities don’t hang out there for entertainment. It
does give one’s thinking a twist, however, to hear “Another one
bites the dust,” just as one is sinking teeth into a chicken
sandwich, grilled, with no sauces or suches. And thankfully, the
Trucker doesn’t mind lettuce and onions, as long as they are on the
Passenger’s sandwich.
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