It took us about an hour to get to our destination, but when we arrived, it was well worth the trip. I had a BLT on sourdough, John had a hot beef sandwich and Jennifer had a chicken sandwich. It was all quite good.
If you’re looking for a great road trip and happen to drive by Beaumont, stop for the night or stop for a meal. This place is a gem on the open road.
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And that’s the reason I love road trips. One never knows what one will find on those roads less traveled. Sometimes there’s nothing much to see except miles of prairie on the left, right, behind you along a road that stretches and winds before you. Other times you find these little places full of the charm of small town American. But even when you find nothing but (what appears to be) empty lands, you come into a subtle, wild beauty no matter where you are.
And then there’s the Mother Road, Route 66 which songs have been written and television series have been based on. That’s one trip I’m looking forward to taking… in a red convertible, with the wind in my hair.
After eating at Beaumont Jennifer, John and I went on to the next destination to Big Ed’s Steakhouse.
The steak was good, but there was much too much for me. I brought it home and we continued to enjoy Big Ed’s steak the next morning with steak, eggs and hash browns with sautéed onions. Yum.
So, there are two great places to eat that not many might know about. Maybe we could write a new poem besides Robert Frost’s The Road Not taken.
The Fork in the Road
I came upon a fork in the road
Which road was I to take?
The road that led to BLTs
Or awesome tender steak?
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.