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Tio Wally Eats America: 96 Truck Stop

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Winchester, Kentucky.

Greetings from Winchester, Kentucky
N 38° 00.829’  W 084° 10.646’  Elev. 1077 ft.

If you want funky in Kentucky, this is the place.

I first found the 96 Truck Stop in Winchester through the miracle of the Garmin GPS. I was looking for a place to park, one that I hoped had InterTube access. Sailing along, I called this place and, lo and behold, they had free Tubes. All I had to do then was find it.

This place is in kind of a weird location. It’s very old place that, I suspect, was originally located just off the highway long before the interstate was built, but who knows? To get here you have to go north up Hwy. 627 and then double back on Rolling Hills Lane. Being kind of hidden, it isn’t a place you would spot from the freeway and pop into.

I arrived just before lunch on my last visit, having sailed all night. I went in hoping they’d have some special that I couldn’t resist but all they were offering at the time was an Open-faced Roast Beef (see pic) and BBQ Pulled Pork, neither of which rocked my boat.

Instead I opted for a Egg and Bologna sandwich ($3.50), and one of the “New Items”, Fried Green Tomatoes ($2.99), along with a Sweet Tea ($1.99).

Whenever I’m in these kinds of places and presented with various choices, I always ask the server what they would get, and usually order that. The waitress suggested I get the sandwich on white bread with mayo and tomato. It came with two thick slices of fried bologna and it was awesome. Had it not been so filling I would’ve ordered another one. It was that good! (Just looking at the picture has me salivating!)

The six slices of Fried Green Tomatoes served with Ranch Dressing and were okay, I guess. They were prepared nicely but were kind of bland, with a slightly fishy taste. I suspect they use the same cornmeal that they use for the Catfish. They also seemed kind of overpriced. I mean, it’s a tomato — a green tomato! — for chris’sake. But then again, fried green tomatoes are always pricey for some unknown reason.

The Sweet Tea ($1.99) was everything it was billed as: Sweet! Too sweet, I thought.

Still, that sandwich was so good I’ll definitely be stopping back just for that. Hell, it was every bit as good if not better than Uncle Joe’s Famous Fried Bologna sandwich.

Total bill for this portion of my culinary adventure was $8.99. In retrospect, I should’ve just got the sandwich.

After a long nap I woke up hungry again and went back in to see if they had changed the specials. They still had the previous two offerings but had added Stuffed Bell Peppers ($6.99), which I ordered.

I love Stuffed Bell Peppers and thought I’d hit pay dirt. “Wow, two stuffed peppers and two sides for seven bucks!” I thought. So I ordered it with Cottage Cheese and Macaroni and Cheese as the sides. Then the plate came.

Now I don’t want to argue with anyone armed with a felt-tip marker and a dry-erase board but … if you put an “S” after the word pepper, it makes it plural. If I’m not mistaken, the meaning of “plural” is “more than one in number.” So where the hell is my other pepper. I need my other stuffed bell pepper, damn it! I want it. Now.

I was going to ask my waitress about this roadside restaurant robbery but she was busy. Knowing that she’s dealt with plenty of mildly disgruntled land-yacht skippers in the past, I knew I would get nowhere with my linguistic argument. Indeed, I suspected that even if I presented her with my First Place Award for Opinion Writing from the Northwest Chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists I wasn’t going to get another pepper. I really hate it when my coveted SPJ Award fails to get me more stuff[ed bell peppers].

Despite my apparent trauma from being shorted, the Stuffed Bell Pepper, after a dash of salt, was really good. Instead of a green pepper, it was fairly large red one, generously stuffed with a rice and ground beef filling, topped with a tomato sauce.

The Macaroni and Cheese was homemade, but it too was kind of bland. But with the addition of salt and pepper it easily filled the bill.

In all it was a pretty decent deal for the price. Plus, I’d found a dollar bill in the parking lot on the way in. A whole dollar! Bonus.

If you’re still hungry after dining at the 96 Truck Stop there is a place right across the street called Alltech. It grows algae — actually it’s more akin to a brewing process — in giant vats before sending it through a dryer and packaging it up in 50-kilo bags. The dried algae is then shipped off and used as a high-protein additive to cattle feed. This could conceivably make for an organic, alternative “dessert” for the health-conscious, if you’re so inclined. Or, like me, you can just wander over and be mesmerized by the giant acrylic tubes of bubbling algae.

The 96 Truck Stop is open 24/7, located about 20 miles east of Lexington off I-64 at Exit 96 (Hwy. 627 North). They have free InterTubes but only one power strip if you need to plug in.

And so we roll.

96 Truck Stop, 510 Rolling Hills Lane, Winchester, Kentucky

Tio Wally pilots the 75-foot, 40-ton(max) land yacht SS Me So Hungry. He reports on road food from around the country whenever parking and InterTube connections permit.

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Fried Bologna & Cheese Biscuit @ Bojangle’s

Day 10 of the Shonali Tour: We stopped off at a Bojangle’s in Virginia. Had to get me a Fried Bologna & Cheese Biscuit since we saw a sign for it at the beginning of the tour. If I knew it was actually my dinner, I’d probably choose more wisely. I don’t know what I was expecting, because it tasted just as I expected. But I knew I had to have one.

This particular Bojangles sat on top of a hill. The view from the window was beautiful.

I remember the first time I went to a Bojangle’s a few years back on a different tour with Shonali. We went in and it was filled with old ladies smoking cigarettes. That kinda blew my mind, because I hadn’t seen smoke in a restaurant in years, especially a fast food joint. This time around, no smoke in any of the restaurants we went to down South.

Dang, look at this video…

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Tio Wally Eats America: Uncle Joe’s Deli

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is at Uncle Joe’s in Ina, Illinois.

Greeting from Ina, Illinois
N 38° 54.639’W 088° 54.639’  Elev. 391’Is it pronounced eye-na, ee-na or in-a? I’m not sure-a. I should’ve asked-a. Oh well-a.Besides how to pronounce the name of this place I’m facing quite a dilemma of where to eat today. Across the street, inside the Love’s truck stop, is a McDouche’s. On this side of the street, inside the Marathon, is Uncle Joe’s Deli. Hmm. Decisions, decisions. Best to first weigh each of their most obvious attributes before deciding.

McDouche’s consistently has really good coffee (which I can get at the senior price). It also has Big Mac sauce. The rest of its fare, however, is pretty much overpriced crap. I don’t think they even fry burgers on-site anymore, which may explain the rise of PBF (Push-Button Finger) Syndrome amongst its workers, slaving away in front of a preprogrammed, industrial-grade microwave oven day in and day out and all. Pushing the button, waiting for the beep.

On the other hand, here on the clown-free side of the street it has a decidedly less corporate, cookie-cutter feel. Indeed, Uncle Joe’s Deli (I-57 Exit 83) has a couple of funky reader boards with mis-spaced letters advertising its wares, like fried bologna. Seeing that, I’m thinking perhaps McDouche’s is not “my kind of place”® after all.

Uncle Joe’s Deli is obviously very proud of its Famous Fried Bologna. That’s why it has not one but two neon signs beckoning the hungry towards its famous fried goodness. I figured that since they went to the expense of neon Fried Bologna signs, as well as the marked dearth of fried bologna sandwiches on the planet, I’d bite and order one. After all, when was the last time I had a fried bologna sandwich, much less a famous one?

The sandwich ($3.49) consisted of a 3/8”-thick slab of bologna, fried on a little, itty-bitty griddle just big enough to get somebody kicked out of a college dorm; they had a matching itty-bitty deep fat fryer in the … kitchen, just big enough to get some dormie banned from campus for life. It was served on a choice of white or caramel-colored white (wheat) bread, with iceberg lettuce, a slice of tomato, and choice of condiments. I got it on the (healthier!) wheat bread, with mayo and mustard. Whether it was because it was just really good or I was just really hungry, the famous fried bologna sandwich was actually kind of awesome. In fact, now I wish I would’ve paid the $1.25 for extra meat.

Sure, it was a little overpriced but, hey, where else am I going to find a fried bologna sandwich, much less a famous one? Certainly not across the street in the evil clown’s lair; just more proof of McDouche’s complete lack of soul.

I also got a large smoked pork sandwich ($4.69). Served on a large hamburger bun, they piled the meat up about an inch-and-a-half high. Uncle Joe’s has five different homemade barbecue sauces to choose from. I tried them all and opted for the Hot & Spicy. It was slightly sweet with a nice tang to it, but certainly not “hot”, and it complimented the juicy smoked pork perfectly. Tasty, tasty.

And in keeping with the funky, both sandwiches were wrapped in plain, thin butcher’s paper. No expensive, throwaway designer packaging for Uncle Joe.

Now that I’ve had a truly soul-satisfying health-food meal, I’m going across the street to get a couple of senior coffees (25¢ to 75¢ each, depending on location) and refill my travel mug. “I’m lovin’ it.”®

And so we roll.

Uncle Joe’s Deli - Interstate 57. Exit 83. Ina, IL 62846
Tio Wally pilots the 75-foot, 40-ton(max) land yacht SS Me So Hungry. He reports on road food from around the country whenever parking and InterTube connections permit.