Joining the Country

The highlight of Tuesday--of the whole trip, really--was our lunch stop at the Country Junction Truck Stop in Wesson, Mississippi. It was a simple gas stop, but while Alex pumped, Melisa discovered the restaurant inside. The building was deceptively small, like Mary Poppins' bag--the store opened onto a restaurant with plentiful tables, a counter, and a full buffet, which in turn opened onto a dimly lit billiard room. How could we resist?
The food, on the other hand, was what you might expect from a place called "Country Junction" in Wesson, MS. Alex had chicken-fried steak for the first and last time (it tasted like...meat?), and Melisa had chicken tenders, which came fried with a half-inch layer of fried around the chicken. Yikes. Trying to make the best of the country, Alex ordered pie, but it was disappointingly store-bought and made with pudding.
We had to go to the bathroom about ten minutes later.
Country Junction Unltd. also featured a Country Junction motel, romantically set off about thirty feet from the gas station. It had all of three rooms, available for $49.99 per night. We certainly had our reservations about the place, but fortunately we had already made other reservations.

We eventually arrived in NOLA, moved Alex's stuff in, and ate burgers with new roomie Shawn on the back deck. It's hot there. Real talk.