Turn the corner off interstate 57 in rural Illinois. You are surrounded by corn fields on three sides and your typical fast food chains and gas station wall you in. Like an oasis in a restaurant desert Red Wheel Restaurant beckons the weary traveler to its almost vacant parking lot.
Aside from the obvious jokes delirious road warriors can make about the name "Red Wheel" the place hits the spot for under $40 for a family of four.
The child's popcorn shrimp platter is more than enough to feed any child or three. The fried goodies were delicious and neither one of my picky underage travelers complained.
The man got the Stromboli which is just a pizza chimichanga and just as tasty as one could imagine a tortilla wrapped, pan fried pizza to be.
The woman (me) got a big slab of ribeye. Dead cow. What more could I ask for while riding the red wheel.