If you're eating Sysco prepackaged meals, you've seriously missed out on a lot. During my truck driving days, I had many restaurants around the country marked in my atlas. Of course, said restaurants had to be accessible to 18-wheelers, so I missed a lot of great restaurants. Passing through Connecticut meant a stop at a fantastic Greek restaurant. Maine has little lobster restaurants everywhere you look, some better than others. I had a half dozen Mexican restaurants along the border that were outstanding. Seafood restaurants along the Gulf Coast, Florida, and northward into the Carolinas. Genuine Southern cooking in every state from Kentucky, on down south. Polski in Pennsylvania and north of Chicago. Oh, New Jersey - there's a pizza place on the edge of Trenton that NOBODY can compete with - I ordered their "White Pizza" more often than not. And, reservation eating? Native Americans just don't do Sysco except at the casinos.
And, I spent a great morning in a BBQ in Chicago. About 2:00 AM, my truck was unloaded, and I headed out to find a restaurant still open, that I could park at. I found it, walked in the front door and scanned, walked past the bar into the rear bar you might say. I can't remember his name now, but Admiral Richard E. Byrd's former steward was running the BBQ and restaurant. I only figured that out, because there was a picture of the admiral giving an award to a young man behind the bar. I looked at the old guy - same cheeks, same forehead, same nose, same same everything, just weathered. We swapped stories about the admiral and the ship named for the admiral for hours! And, the BBQ was delicious! No Sysco crap served in that little BBQ!
(Score: 2, Touché) by Runaway1956 on Friday January 02, @02:11AM (3 children)
If you're eating Sysco prepackaged meals, you've seriously missed out on a lot. During my truck driving days, I had many restaurants around the country marked in my atlas. Of course, said restaurants had to be accessible to 18-wheelers, so I missed a lot of great restaurants. Passing through Connecticut meant a stop at a fantastic Greek restaurant. Maine has little lobster restaurants everywhere you look, some better than others. I had a half dozen Mexican restaurants along the border that were outstanding. Seafood restaurants along the Gulf Coast, Florida, and northward into the Carolinas. Genuine Southern cooking in every state from Kentucky, on down south. Polski in Pennsylvania and north of Chicago. Oh, New Jersey - there's a pizza place on the edge of Trenton that NOBODY can compete with - I ordered their "White Pizza" more often than not. And, reservation eating? Native Americans just don't do Sysco except at the casinos.
And, I spent a great morning in a BBQ in Chicago. About 2:00 AM, my truck was unloaded, and I headed out to find a restaurant still open, that I could park at. I found it, walked in the front door and scanned, walked past the bar into the rear bar you might say. I can't remember his name now, but Admiral Richard E. Byrd's former steward was running the BBQ and restaurant. I only figured that out, because there was a picture of the admiral giving an award to a young man behind the bar. I looked at the old guy - same cheeks, same forehead, same nose, same same everything, just weathered. We swapped stories about the admiral and the ship named for the admiral for hours! And, the BBQ was delicious! No Sysco crap served in that little BBQ!
ICE is having a Pretti Good season.