Ugggggh. All right. So. I grew up in Talent and went to high school in Phoenix. This truck stop was one of our regular late night stops for biscuits and gravy and waitresses who didn't ask questions when a bunch of teenagers chain-smoked, ate biscuits and gravy, and drank coffee. When I came back for a visit eleven years later, I demanded my friend bring me back here for said biscuits and gravy.
But -- behold -- not only were biscuits and gravy being served on the morning we visited, but an entire breakfast buffet of greased up life nuggets. I ate the shit out of that buffet, guys. I think I blacked out at one point and traveled back in time to a place where my metabolism was fast and my heart less burny.
Problem though. I wasn't used to that, uh, "rich" of food. My stomach hurt immediately and wasn't right for two weeks after. Seriously. I had to do a three day juice cleanse to get my body back in working order. WORTH IT.