i love to travel, just so i can eat at new restaurants. the local gems. places where the parking lot and counter are never empty.
now with the advent of yelp and chowhound (and armed with mom and dad's early edition of jane and michael stern's road food) it's easy to find these places, as one exists in nearly every small town across america. and sometimes, more than one.
but since i've never perfected the art of dining alone, the consumption of these savory meals is typically relegated to the car...where i can take a bite as big as the boys and let the juices drip down my chin and onto my shirt without worrying that someone might be watching.
one of my first such premeditated (and documented) dashboard dining experiences was at the claudville cafe - pronounced "claw vool" (rhymes with "raw wool") and yes, the "d" is silent - located just north of mount airy in claudville, virginia. and what was it i ordered? why a cheeseburger with tomato and slaw of course. cuz that's what neil told me to order. and neil should know, seeing as he grew up just down the street from the silent d cafe.
the burger: it did not disappoint.