Iâ€™m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Pontoon Beach, Illinois.
Greetings from Pontoon Beach, Illinois
N 38Â° 45.620â€™Â W 090Â° 04.033â€™Â Elev. 417 ft.
Iâ€™m not a nutritionist. Nor am I a doctor, though I admit I hope to one day play one on TV. Nevertheless I believe Cream of Wheat constitutes a nutritious breakfast, providing you donâ€™t load it up with butter and sugar (which I highly recommend). The chances of finding Cream of Wheat on the road, however, are slim to none. But there is always oatmeal.
I usually pass on ordering oatmeal on the road. I donâ€™t know the actual process involved but when a handful of oats crosses a restaurantâ€™s threshold it goes through a mysterious transformation and its value skyrockets.
I once saw foo-foo designer â€œstone-milledâ€ oatmeal listed on a menu forÂ 7; I noted the lack of a dollar sign, decimal point and zeroes which usually means itâ€™s grossly overpriced and thus healthier … for the restaurantâ€™s bottom line. I asked the waitress if it was better than, say, oatmeal. She replied that it came with pieces of seasonal fresh fruit in it. (It turned out the seasonal fresh fruit was: Apples!Â Do you have any idea how long apples last in cold storage?) I canâ€™t imagine why I didnâ€™t order it.
Iâ€™m always surprised if I find oatmeal (served with the obligatory trinity of raisins, brown sugar and milk) for less than $3.50. So imagine my surprise to find it in a Hen House for $2.25!
The Hen House is a four-restaurant chain of breakfast-to-dinner restaurants in Illinois. And all of the breakfasts everyone else seemed to be enjoying the morning I was there appeared to be pretty substantial and reasonably priced. None of the breakfasts were as reasonably priced as the oatmeal, of course.
But easily the best thing about going to the Hen House for reasonably priced oatmeal is this: I now have another opportunity to shamelessly retell a reasonably (to me) good joke I wrote:
There is a group of truck drivers in Wahoo, Nebraska who haul bulk grain most of the year. One winter during their downtime they formed a band that plays Philly soul-pop. They originally called themselves The Quaker Avena Sativa* Truckers. But the name proved to be too cumbersome and difficult to fit on a marquee. They now call themselves Haulinâ€™ Oats.
And so we roll.
*Avena sativaÂ is the scientific name for domesticated oats. Now the joke is ROTFLMFAO-funny, right?
Hen House, 1250 E. Chain of Rocks Rd. (I-270 & Hwy. 111, Exit 6B), Pontoon Beach, Illinois, with restaurants in Arcola, Springfield, and Mahomet, Illinois
Tio Wally pilots the 75-foot, 40-ton(max) land yacht SS Me So Hungry. He reports on road food from around the country whenever parking and InterTube connections permit.
This guy’s reviews are somewhat amusing the first or second time you read them. They quickly devolve into repetitious repeats from a one trick pony.
You do a good job with your own reviews. You don’t need a million of these road reviews diluting what you write. Let him spin them off onto his own blog. Just set him up with one and wash your hands of him.
They are too confusing in the midst of your own writing, which is far better.
Thanks for comment …But I still need the SS Me So Hungry to keep truckin and to spread the gospel.
That’s a big pat of butter. I haven’t seen something like that since the 80’s. Good thing people still do that.