Can we make nominations for the best restaurants and signature dishes found while on the road?
Thanks for the new sub-forum - it will be GREAT
but I do hope you consider the above idea for yet another new forum.
Fact is, when traveling in a new area, to have a suggestion of a good place to stop for lunch (or whatever) is an excellent idea (imho) and something I sure would appreciate.
(p.s. I can recommend a cafe in Rockaway Beach in Oregon on 101 - only open for breakfast & lunch - easy stop along the highway - and needless to say, Excellent food)
Peter, such topics wouldn't get bounced. Places en route might better fit in the On the Road forum. Resources and things to look for locally certainly could end up in here -- like http://www.airforums.com/forums/f484...ties-8401.html. Exact rules? Don't worry too hard on that. I addressed markdoane too strongly for those who don't know that we're friends and play around a bit -- just not quite as rough as Cato & Clouseau.
She and Wally did enjoy eating out. Eating out was driven for social reasons, time reasons, and conservation of energy.
I can remember a salad dressing that was vingar and oil based, with crumpled roquefort cheese and herbs.
Two of my favorite stories deal with what happens when you don't expect it.
Wally asked my parents in September 1951, if I could go on a hike for a week in the High Sierras. Mom and Dad said yes. The altitude of this "special" meal was over 10,000 ft, probably 12,000 feet. It was spaghetti. The sauce was ready, the water was boiling for the pasta, the spaghetti entered the water. Be prepared. The pasta truned to paste. It began a life-long joke about "Stella-Paste."
This hike turned into Wally taking me to Mexico and Central America on the 1st Caravan.
Lighting strikes again. This is also in 1951. The meal today is old-fashioned stew. Meat, carrots, onions, celery, potatoes and herbs. I didn't mention one item, a green chile.
It was the most beautiful stew. Wally, Stel and I set down to eat. We each had our first portion. We ran for the glasses and the water. Fire, fire, fire...the meal could't be eaten, the chile took over.
Wally's favorite word for eating or shopping came from his early days in Oregon. The word is "grub."
Pee Wee lets go buy grub, or let's have some grub.
You might want to use the word "grub". Wally enjoyed camping. Wally's Chuckwagon. He also in the early 40's made notations on creating a mail order catalog for camping. This included the A to Z's of items. Noteworthy were pots, pans, dried foods.