i'll drive if food is on the menu...

it was only an hour and a half back to the St. Louis area, and it was going to be a long ninety minutes. Or maybe my blood sugar was just getting low. It was evident from the looks of my travelling partner, Halice, that he was riding high on a mixture of pilot creation goodness, and the remains of two doses of insulin coursing through his thick veins. Halice is a big man, large, plump, fat, and it was no surprise when he was first to mention stopping for some chow and grub. Little did I know that grub/chow was going to be the most accurate description of were we would be dining this fine Friday night. About half way through we stopped at the most promising exit for food and resturant choices. Halice being the captain of the whole adventure was of course the one to choose where he was going to us both to dinner. He chose "The Maverick Steakhouse" as he asked "You like steak right?". Course steak was not really what I thought upon pulling into the crowded parking lot. This was not the place for a quality choice of beef, and it was evident that the one horse town we were in didn't particularly care. It was date night for the people of middle Illinois.