The First Pit Stop
First pit stop.
It’s a place I’ve been before. It’s called Henry’s. A true hole in the wall restaurant stuck on the far side of West Jefferson. Almost exactly 25 miles from my house.
On the menu: grilled ham and pepper jack cheese. The waitress made sure to tell me they served “a LOT of fries so I’d I wanted to save a buck ten I could go with a half order.”
Have I mentioned how much I LOVE these mom and pop places? The hotel I’m staying at tonight, for example, doesn’t have their own website. (Horrors! you must be thinking.). I found the place on a site called “mom and pop run hotels.” That was all I needed to know.