Friday, June 20, 2008
20 Miles West of St. Louis
I have this thing for the lower Midwest. Maybe it's the Ozarks. Mountains formed from sea creatures. Places where you can visit the Pre-Cambrian. I remember a friend once telling me Arkansas's a girl who doesn't know she's pretty.
And then there's Missouri, a state with towns named Hannibal and Half Way and Fair Play. When we pulled over for lunch at a Taco Bell along I-40, we noticed some locals lining up in front of a bank for a buffet-style lunch being served by . . . Mennonites. I saw a woman in a tightly fitting white bonnet. How cool is that?
For some reason (complete and absolute mental exhaustion?!) I'm not running to my notebook every two seconds to scribble down the name of a restaurant or a type of firecracker, but I wish I were.
This post doesn't really have a point, in case you were wondering, except to say that I've been reading the new issue of River Styx and it's their best ever. I don't have it right here next to me (cuz I'm actually writing in our hotel room bathroom so I don't wake up my mom or my kids), but if you like food writing, this is a good time to start a subscription.