Good Eats

As I was coming in from western Michigan on a sales trip yesterday, I found I had time to stop for a late lunch at one of the places me Pops liked. It's the 115 Truck Stop, located at Exit 115 on Interstate 94 about 100 miles west of Detroit. Where did they get the name from?

Anyway, I had chicken fried steak and boy howdy, was that some good eatin'. The steak was covered in sausage gravy and the hash browns were crispy and buttery and the scrambled eggs just right. It even came with pancakes, fluffy, light pancakes on which I poured too much syrup. But hell, my doctor was nowhere to been seen.

I've stopped there before when time and circumstances allowed and I surely will again. If it weren't so far away I'd be out there once a week just for that chicken fried steak. Even at that, a 200 mile round trip ain't so bad for good eats, is it?

115

No, it's not just a number. And it's not the time. It's a restaurant at a truck stop outside of Marshall, Michigan.

It's really nothing fancy. The place is neat and clean, the service is good and friendly, and it's right off the highway, meaning it's very easy to get to. A quick exit off I-94 and a quick re-entry and you're on your way after a meal.

The only reason it sticks out in my mind is because me Pops liked it. He typically stopped there to eat on his swings through the western part of Michigan. I tend to stop there too.

I think I might even take my son there when we drive to Chicago next weekend, just to show him one of his grandfather's haunts. I mean, why not? You gotta eat somewhere.