On the drive south from Bristol we figured we’d stop for breakfast in the first Waffle House or Huddle House or truckstop diner we spotted as there used to be one at every Interstate highway exit in the Deep South. Sometimes there was even one of each, and occasionally more than one of each. More than an hour into the trip the nearest we could manage was an IHOP and even then there was a sign at the end of the exit ramp saying the IHOP was only 5.1 miles down a two lane road…fuuuuuuuuck yooooooou. Ninety miles in, we decided to go to the first place we could find for lunch that wasn’t just fast food. The Shoney’s was never going to be our first choice but it appeared first.
The lunch buffet had some decent stuff on it, which was surprising. After a plate of barbecue chicken, some beans, cornbread and a plateful of salad, we went back to try the fish. Then we each went back for another plate of fish, then we split yet another plate of fish. Nice surprise.
Catfish in the Deep South…nothing like it. Jackie’s cousin is doing a big fry-up of these later in the week. It is the regional substitute for cod.