On Saturday morning, grandma was really excited to take us to the Road Kill Cafe in Artemis, PA. It is only about 30 miles from my parents' house, but because we had to drive winding, narrow two-lane roads it took about an hour to get there. If you drive by too quickly you would assume it was a little country gas station, but tucked in the back, behind the displays of shotgun shells, turkey calls, and doe-in-rut scent are six or so picnic tables. The menu has dishes with names like Chunk of Skunk, Shake-n-Bake Snake, and Poodles & Noodles, which of course are not really those things, just creatively named normal food. We ate off of paper plates and drank sweet tea from plastic cups. The general consensus was positive. Of course Will had to have a T-shirt.
On the way home we had to stop so that Rick could save a turtle from becoming road kill.