So we’re pushed across Nebraska by the wind. Interstate all the way.
In mid-afternoon, the subject of lunch comes up. Hmm. Labor Day. What will be open? Can we find anything other than interstate interchange food?
Between the front seats, where we keep the box of CDs and an ever-changing assortment of important things, from Butko’s book to snacks to the SONY hi-def camera that we’ve been using, there’s also a small selection of books that haven’t been looked at a lot. In there, I have an old trusty copy of Jane and Michael Stern’s Roadfood. I haven’t cracked it open the whole trip, but since I don’t know much about Nebraska, why not turn to the experts in a time of uncertainty?