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Tio Wally Eats America: Rustlers Roost Restaurant

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 Hayden, Idaho.

Greetings from Hayden, Idaho
N 47.7601609 W 116.79176 Elev. 2294 ft.

I hadn’t been to Rustlers Roost for quite awhile. But I was keenly aware of how great its food is: I’ve been eating there off and on for nearly 30 years and, now, at its fourth (and final?) location. Thankfully, it hasn’t changed a bit, even after all these years.

The first thing that hits you when you enter Rustlers Roost is the sweet, pungent aroma of Marketspice cinnamon-orange tea. So distinctive (and comforting) is the smell that I could be led into Rustlers Roost blindfolded and I’d immediately know exactly where I was. I’d also know exactly what I was likely to order. But in all the years I’ve eaten at the Roost I’ve never seen anyone actually order that tea. I guess perhaps just the smell is enough.

I’ve long had a love affair with the Roost’s breakfasts ever since it was in its original location, a 35-seat hole-in-the-wall in downtown Coeur d’Alene. Over the years I’ve easily had well over a dozen different things off the breakfast menu. But I’ve established a real preference for just a few things, mostly because they’ve become go-to comfort foods for me.

In no particular order, they are Rustler Special: Three eggs, Chicken Fried Steak, Home Fries, and Biscuit & Gravy ($9.75); Boots and Saddle: Three eggs, Two Pork Chops, Home Fries, and Biscuit & Gravy ($10.75); and Lightweight: Two eggs, Two Sausage Links or Bacon, and Biscuit & Gravy ($8.00).

On this visit I had the Rustler Special. As always the eggs were perfectly cooked, the hash browns (my substitution) crispy, and the lightly-breaded Chicken Fried Steak fork-tender. But it’s the gravy that’s killer. I don’t know if they make it from scratch or it’s from a mix, but it has such a distinctive, somewhat chicken-y flavor. Add one of their signature biscuits and, voilà, you’ve got The Taste of the Roost.

Many people have commented on the size of the Roost’s pancakes. They say they’re large. The menu bills one as a 10” Solo Cake. (Both claims are moot, I think. I’m convinced that the size of the pancake is solely based on the size of the plate. Anyone can plainly see (see photo) that if the hotcake were any larger the server wouldn’t be able to grab the plate without squishing the flapjack. Duh!!! Nobody wants their flapjack squished. It’s just common sense.) They are large, though, about 10 inches across. I didn’t remember them doing it before but they served both “regular” and Smucker’s Blueberry Syrup with the pancake. Nice treat.

But all comfort food aside, easily the biggest treat of all was seeing owner Woody McEvers again. I’ve known Woody for nearly 30 years, which makes him old; coincidentally, Rustlers Roost is celebrating its 30th year in business this month. I hadn’t seen him for well-over five or 6 years. I suspect that, to him, I’m akin to a sea serpent of sorts; you never know when I’m going to pop up. Still, it’s always a thrill to see people you’ve known forever in great health and spirits, even (especially?) when they’re Woody’s advanced age.

There really is nothing unusual about the greaseless greasy spoon that is Rustlers Roost. Unless, of course, you want a great meal at a great price and don’t mind being treated like family in the process.

And so we roll.

Rustlers Roost, 9757 N. Rustlers Trail, Hayden, Idaho

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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Tio Wally Eats America: Dad’s Junction Cafe

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 New Florence, Missouri.

Greetings from New Florence, Missouri
N 38° 54.106’ W 91° 27.599’ Elev. 848 ft.

I wish I had a daytime picture of Dad’s but I showed up at night. From the Interstate it appears to be nothing more than a large storage-type building with “CAFE” prominently displayed on it. No mention of Dad’s. Or Junction. In fact, the only way to know what it’s actually called is to see the puny little reader board with missing letters (and read between the letters) or to go to the entrance (which is on the side of the building).

I’d passed the place for years. What caught my attention was two things: The number of trucks parked there and, more so, the number of cars that were always there during breakfast and lunch hours. Obviously, it’s worth a stop.

Dad’s claim to fame is Dad’s Famous Breaded Pork Tenderloin. The dinner, which includes either two sides or a salad and baked potato, is $10.39. So I ordered it, with the salad and baked potato.

As I waited for my dinner I saw plates laden with (as it turned out) Chicken Fried Steak come out. My gawd, I thought. How the hell am I going to eat all that? They were huge, HUGE!!!

Then my waitress brought my Pork Tenderloin dinner. The Tenderloin easily dwarfed the measly Chicken Fried Steaks two-fold. It was gargantuan. Although it was deep-fried it wasn’t the slightest bit greasy, with a delicately spiced breading that was flaky and crunchy, and the tenderest of tenderloins within.

The size of the thing was huge, CRAZY HUGE. I was able to eat less than half of it before I had my fill — and I was famished when I showed up.

But it came out without any gravy on it. Dry. I asked the waitress about gravy and she recommended the brown gravy with it. She brought it and it was very good, the gravy not too salty and obviously tweaked by “Dad.” But seeing the Chicken Fried Steak I wanted to try that gravy, too. She brought some and it was really thick and heavily peppered. The brown gravy was the call; always trust your server.

The salad was more than ample, crisp and fresh. The baked potato was, thankfully, on the small side. Indeed, I felt like a lightweight as I boxed up the remaining tenderloin.

As I was leaving I asked the waitress if the Tenderloin Sandwich ($9.29) was the same size as the dinner. “Yes,” she said; they bill it on the menu as “I-70s Largest Sandwich.” I thought it was so insane that I waited to get a picture of one. Now I know it’s true.

And so we roll.

Dad’s Junction Cafe, 413 Booneslick, I-70 & Hwy. 19 Exit 175, New Florence, Missouri

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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Tio Wally Eats America: Sapp Bros

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 Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Greetings from Cheyenne, Wyoming
N 41° 09.429’  W 104° 39.667’  Elev. 5979 ft.

I love Sapp Bros! Any company with enough class to dress up water towers — and storage tanks and light poles — into coffee pots has to be lovable.

The first Sapp Bros truck stop was founded by the four Sapp brothers in Omaha, Nebraska at the junction of I-80 and Highway 50 over 40 years ago. It now has 15 truck stops scattered mostly throughout the Midwest, with locations as far west as Salt Lake City and as far east as Clearfield, Pennsylvania. Needless to say, I’m attracted to it because of its funk … and the food. And the free WiFi is nice, too.

According to its website the Sapp Bros’ “iconic logo began as a simple water tower in 1971 to supply the needs of the businesses that were located to the west of the Omaha metropolitan area on Highway 50 and not accessible to the conveniences of city water and sewer. A few years later the coffee pot handle and pour spout were added to the refurbished water tower and the landmark became known to Omaha residents and I-80 travelers alike.” And it’s bitchen.

In years past Sapp Bros leased out its restaurant space, mainly to The Great American Restaurant. In recent years, however, the company has taken the spaces back, remodeling the restaurants and running them itself under the name Sapp Bros Cafe.

This is both good and bad. Good because they’ve introduced more consistency to its restaurants. But bad because with all the remodeling and such all the really funky stuff is gone, like the “ass-dentations” in the all-too well-worn booths, the separate “Drivers Only” room with a  phone at each table (this was BC — before cell phones) where truck drivers still smoked cigarettes and used “spicy” language, and the regular folk just weren’t invited to hear the truck drivers — who, curiously, had plenty of time to hang out in truck stops — tell endless lies about how much money they made.

But the food, I think, has improved as a result. Or, rather, it’s a little safer to order with confidence and knowledge that you’ll get what you ordered, and expected, regardless of time of day; they serve the full menu when its open. Then again, they’re no longer 24-hour affairs, which kind of sucks.

I’ve eaten in three of the Sapp Bros Cafes but will focus on the last one I ate at, in Salt Lake City, where I ordered the Chicken Fried Steak. For $9.99 you get the Steak, one side, and the soup/salad bar.

This is classic Chicken Fried Steak. It’s nicely breaded, crispy outside and tender inside, and truly a generous portion. It comes smothered in homemade country gravy that is, easily, the best I’ve ever had on the road. Made from scratch, it’s got a lot of nice little bits of sausage in it, and the gravy’s consistency is perfect, not too thin or thick, and it actually has flavor.

As my side I chose mashed potatoes — they have real mashed potatoes! But damn: Again I forgot to ask if they had chicken gravy. I love chicken gravy, but it’s rarely found. The meal is rounded out with Texas toast that is really tasty, toasted on the griddle and mildly garlicky.

The soup/salad bar is always sort of funny. But the soups are usually great. This visit they had chili, which I thought could’ve been spicier, and a chicken-tomato soup that was awesome. Basically a chicken vegetable soup, it had big noodles in it. I’ve experienced similar noodles elsewhere and they were gummy, poorly made crapoids — usually billed as “dumplings” — but these were delicious. The broth was sort of a chicken stock with hints of tomato. God, I wish I had a sophisticated enough palate to describe it because that broth was awesome: light, tomato-ish, homey, refreshing … and it had a generous amount of chunks of white meat chicken in it.

The salad bars on the other hand are always kind of small and minimal at the Sapp Bros Cafes, but yet there are always surprises. On this visit I made up a fruit salad plate. When I got back to my table I discovered that the cantaloupe had fresh, ripe pineapple in it. Fresh, ripe pineapple! It’s one of those fruits that we forget how good it is until we have it.

For dessert I ordered a giant piece of Carrot Cake ($3.59) to go. It too was great. A nice touch, I thought, was that the honey-cream cheese frosting was decorated with slivers of shaved carrot. It took me awhile to figure it out. It was a nice crunchy touch.

Not all of the Sapp Bros Travel Centers (all the truck stops are “travel centers” these days to upgrade their image) have restaurants, but the ones that do are worth a visit if you’re traveling. They’re good folks and they’ll take good care of you.

And so we roll.

Sapp Bros. Truck Stops, 15 locations scattered between Salt Lake City, Utah and Clearfield, Pennsylvania

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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The Oxford Saloon & Cafe (Missoula, MT)

My buddy Will was showing me some photos from one of his favorite places in Missoula, MT –The Oxford Saloon. It sounded awesome and their J.J.’s Chicken Fried Steak looked great. Somehow he was able to send me these photos and type this all while we were both talking. I don’t know how he did it.

“It’s like drivin 22 hours on a high mountain pass close to runnin outta gas and feeling tha lord ticklin yer hiney cuz you honna eat simethin divine!!! Amazing. Makes me feel like Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.”

JJ’s Chicken Fried Steak

The Oxford Saloon Menu

He elaborated further in another email…

“The Oxford Saloon in Missoula has been running since 1883. Missoula was incorporated as a town on a few years before that so its definitely a community fixture. It is part Saloon, All-Night Diner, and Casino where there is live poker played through the night. It used to have a strip club called Mulligans that was in the rear but sadly that went out of business about 10 yrs ago. When it was open it was interesting to say the least, the place was a one-stop shop of vices I guess.

It is known for its brains and eggs, which I heard they can’t serve anymore due to health code, WTF? But its really an awesome place to people watch and take in the vibe of a classic western saloon. There are definitely some rough characters that frequent the place but its worth putting up with them to eat their classic JJ’s Chicken Fried Steak. This is an 8oz chopped sirloin fried and smothered with a unique red eye gravy, accompanied by eggs, texas toast and hashbrowns.”

I like his email subjects for the photos…

Big medicine

Poker all night

“Oh one other thing to note is their world class gun collection that sits over the bar, just in case someone gets a hankerin’!”

Gunz n booze

The Oxford Saloon & Cafe – 337 N Higgins Ave. Missoula, MT 59802

William Brockmeyer is the Creative Director at Mirror NYC.

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The Hog Pit’s Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich

Before band practice, I killed some time at The Hog Pit –watched some Knicks and ordered the Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich ($14). The menu doesn’t seem too cheap, but dang …pretty darn good sandwich. I didn’t think you could put a Chicken Fried Steak between more breading, but Texas Toast does work nice. However, I think this needs a bigger cup of white gravy …maybe two or three.

Also, the place was quite bumpin’. There was a drunk after-work office party and groups of hipsters girls that I felt I could more relate to. …I think I just called myself a cute hipster girl. Dang.

The Hog Pit - 37 W 26th St (btwn Broadway & Madison Ave) New York, NY 10010