The wife and I were traveling in Oregon a few months ago when we decided to stop and sample the local cuisine. We were headed toward Seattle on the 5 and were in central Oregon. It was heavily wooded on both sides of the road and we had no idea what was around the area. I chose an off ramp indicating a small town and took it.
We were on a two lane that paralleled the 5 for about 6 miles before we came to the town. As luck would have it, there wasn't any place to park our 38 foot rig, having gone through and turned around at the end of town after seeing one on the opposite side of the road. Of course, a smaller class C had beat us to it. We turned around again and decided to take pot luck in the next town some 20 miles farther along.
As we enter the "town" (about 100 yard long), we saw a cafe on the left side from us. We could find a parking area so we parked across the street and walked over. As we enter the establishment, it became obvious that we were the only ones there. Now, I don't know about you, but this always gives me pause! I noticed the waitress in the back washing dishes and smoking her cigarette, We took a table and she finally noticed we were there. She came out and asked what we wanted. We had looked over the limited menu and had decided on a burger and fries. She took our order and asked if we wanted the potato salad? I replied that we would like the fries. She said, "well, you can't have those since the fryer burned up last week and we can't afford to get another one, so potato salad is all we have. It's good. I made it myself this morning". I asked how is the potato salad and she stated "better than last time!". Alarm bells were ringing quite loudly by now...
My wife is particular about potato salad since she doesn't get along well with mustard. I asked, "how much mustard do you put in the potato salad?" She holds her hand up as if holding a squeeze bottle and exclaims loudly, while making a fart sound with her mouth and squeezing the make believe bottle, "about that much!"!!!!!
OK, folks, now I am brave when eating but my wife is pale by now. I decided to go boldly.. I ordered the salad for both of us, telling my wife that I would eat hers if she didn't like it.
Out came the best burger and absolutely the best potato salad that we have ever enjoyed in a cafe! While we were having that, the waitress was filling us in on the local color. Like the grocery store right next door with a very large tree protruding from its roof. The product of a bad windstorm about 6 months ago. As we were about to finish, we hear a weird honking sound and look out the window to see a tree driving down the road through town. The waitress said "Waive to Burt! He gets a kick out of it. We waived and I had to ask what Burt did for a living? She said "Nothing, he just drives that tree up and down the road all day!".
Folks, if you aren't RV'ing, you just don't have these types of experiences in your life.