We used to love to go to breakfast at this truck stop called the Home Stretch - at five in the afternoon... the waitress would call me "hon" and service would be prompt - we would always be alone in the non-smoking room because the rest of the people were in the smoking area. Which was fine because the non-smoking room had windows, only slightly smelled of cigarettes and the toilet cleaner smell didn't get that far, either.
Loved the place... it was full of red-neck type truckers - very authentic... the food was great.
That was before we had kids - no more going for brinners... and no more Home Stretch - they tore it down - it is a gas station now.
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