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My life seems to have been littered with hamburger joints, motorway cafs and greasy spoon eateries.When you work shifts at airports, you take whatever food’s on offer.
At Heathrow, it was the 24 hour landside restaurant in Terminal 2 (eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, fried bread and baked beans with a pint of saturated fat thrown in for good measure)
In Frankfurt, it was the 24 hour airside restaurant opposite B arrivals (currywurst/fries and what passed for a hamburger back in the pre-McD days).
Plus – being Germany and with a total disregard for the fact that aircraft and alcohol don’t mix – beer.
When you drive on the M1 (or better, the A1) in the UK, you’ve got the Watford Gap/Blue Boar (where Jimi Hendrix famously wanted to play when he came to the UK, thinking it to be a club because all the roadies talked about meeting up there…) or The A1 Truckstop Lorry Park Transport Cafe where an old crone called Nora would serve eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, fried bread and baked beans (with a pint of saturated fat thrown in for good measure) with a fag (cigarette) dangling from her mouth.
But don’t things change.
Smoked salmon rolls? At a motorway (autobahn, actually) rest area? Eh?
Indeed, and REALLY GOOD espresso that’s consistently good made with a REAL ESPRESSO machine by friendly barista who give you the customary glass of water.
At the Serways concessions, anyway.
Still wouldn’t mind eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, fried bread and baked beans with a pint of saturated fat thrown in for good measure, though.
Not ALL the time.
Twice a week, maybe……
>Mouthwatering picture – and great writeup!
>I KNEW you were a southerner at heart JB. Eggs, bacon, sausage but we'd add grits instead of fried bread and some big fluffy biscuits. We'd substitute creamy sausage gravy for the pint of sat. fat. Same diff. :)The Haint from Bama
>Ditto, whatever Leif said!
>Da gibts was leckeres zum essen!