The babies hit Nashville, the country music capital of the world. On the travel there, our temperature control was set on 67. THat is Meagans favorite numbers right now. Her motto: The colder the better.
Mom is with us and we haven't traveled with her in quite a while, so this should be fun.
Meagan is getting hungry and says the twins really need to eat. Then it happens. I hear mom say, "there is a bean pot several miles ahead. It used to be your dads favorite place to eat".
OH no, a place called the bean pot attached to a gas station. All of a sudden, I am having flash backs to other "scary " eating places that my dad loved to stop at and eat.
Hamburger Heaven where they stuck us upstairs away from the kitchen.
Roy Rogers where the flies had the run of the place. Meagan was scarred at this restaurant and didnt eat chicken for months.
In Europe, we were traveling to Germany and dad would get so excited to see a buffet in a gas station. We would have to stop and take advantage of all the yummy items laid out inside the gas station where there was no air conditioning and it was summer!!
So, you can imagine my fear when mom said dad loved this place. In fact, Meagan was really worried.
We pull up, and realize , hey we definitely did not need to call ahead or book reservations days ahead.
One car in the parking lot and I do believe they had stopped there to gas up and go to the bathroom.
The menu was in code in my opinion but I did manage to understand that "aigs" was eggs. bahahahah
After eating the ole bean pot cuisine, we realized that this really was a great meal and we would be stopping again on the way home and we would bring friends with us to share in our excitement.
Fried okra, cornbread, beans, beef stew, fries is what we're talking about.
One note: Meagan and I drank our own bottled water. We did not think it safe to drink the water out of the spicket. bahahaha.
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