A family emergency had me driving straight through Indiana to Wisconsin. This was a Roadfood negative trip with no time for fun. On the way, I stopped in a town called Howe. I found a little place that looked the part of a local place to eat. Pick-ups in the front lot....
The place was closing but I told them that I heard so much about BPT's in Indiana and that I have never had one before. The waitress was a real sweetie and said they could do it. I told her I like to check out places and do what 'we' do, take photos.
While waiting, there was a table of people to the side and I took pictures of the wall near me with its decor. One of the persons noticed this and asked if I was from Chicago..? I said no. ( Did it matter?) I told them I am from around NY and was driving through.
The order arrived and as I went up to pay, the person who was concerned about my residency in Chicago turned out to be the owner. My money was good enough for him, but since I mentioned NY, he asked if I was Jewish, but not using that term... (Everyone in NY is Jewish). It was then that I really bit my tongue as I wanted to say that I am a Muslim,( not!) and my name is Abdul Kalil Hassan. I should have gone further and said that after I take these important photos, I'm going to take pictures of ....airports.
So how was the sandwich? It was the best pork tenderloin that one can buy from Sysco/Rykoff, just a step above a breaded veal patty. The onion rings came from the other side of the freezer. The shake was okay, but you'ld think that they could have filled it to the top.
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