On Jun 5, 11:53*am, Landon > wrote:
> Regardless of the year or place, what meal were you served and what
> restaurant was it in?
>
> For me:
[snip]

I don't know the name and it may not exist anymore. Somewhere on Route
3, just past Windsor, Canada.

My wife, four kids, and I were all tired and hungry. It had been a
rough day. I had a blowout on the right rear tire of a tow car
(station wagon) while approaching Detroit on a two-lane road with
loose gravel shoulders. Applying the trailer brakes manually kept me
from losing control. I had to empty a bit of stuff to get at the spare
in the wheel well, but that was OK. I didn't unhitch the trailer, and
the extra weight might be why the bumper jack broke. It would hold,
but not lift. I improvised with a small hydraulic I used to level the
trailer, some pieces of wood and rocks that I found along the road. In
Detroit, I bought another jack and another tire. We figured to eat
supper in Canada. We had traveled a long time without seeing any place
we could bring kids to when we found a restaurant. We parked and went
in. The owner told us that, despite the signage, they had not yet
opened for business. He must have seen the looks on our faces, and
when we asked if he knew of any other source of substinance along the
route, he said that if we didn't mind waiting, he could feed us. He
asked our indulgence in the matter of preparation. We sat at a table.
Shortly, his wife brought out a communal bowl of salad and some bread.
We ate and waited.

Dinner was the best Beef Stroganoff I have ever had. I've eaten it
elsewhere and made it myself.
Even allowing for how welcome any food would have been at that point,
it was very special. I live in New Jersey. If I thought I could find
the place again, I'd go back for more.

Jerry
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Engineering is the art of making what you want from things you can
get.