Day 29: Almost there…

The Oklahoma State Fair was under­way, and my motel was near the fair­grounds, so I chose to get out of town as quickly as pos­si­ble, for­go­ing the promise of migas for break­fast at a local place I’d wanted to try. I got on the inter­state, made my way to the turn­pike, and set the cruise con­trol for another long day of driving.

The Oklahoma Turnpike fol­lows roughly the same path as Route 66, so there were a num­ber of mom-and-pop places I could stop for lunch. I’d done a lit­tle research and dis­cov­ered Clanton’s Cafe, a gem of a restau­rant in Vinita, just east of Tulsa, so that’s where I stopped. It was busy—I’d hit town at the height of the lunch rush—but I didn’t have to wait long for a table.

Lunch at Clanton's Cafe

Lunch at Clanton’s Cafe

Clanton’s is the old­est con­tin­u­ally owned fam­ily restau­rant on Route 66, open­ing in 1927. The menu is good Middle America food, and I set my sights on the chicken-fried steak, the dish for which the restau­rant is most famous.

Accompanied by mashed pota­toes and rich, pep­pery cream gravy, corn, a din­ner roll and a small salad, this meal would have been at least $10 any­where else, but at Clanton’s, it was only $5.99, and more than enough to for­tify me for the rest of the day. I’m a sucker for a good pie, and the lemon meringue was bet­ter than I’d hoped. I’m not much for meringue as a pie top­ping, but this was per­fect; it had the con­sis­tency of stiffly whipped cream.

I made my way back to the turn­pike and drove toward St. Louis, stop­ping only once, at Redmond’s Candy Factory in Phillipsburg, where I loaded up a bag with home­made taffy and an assort­ment of hard-to-find can­dies. Once in St. Louis, I got a call to meet John & Marie at Tucker’s Place, a neigh­bor­hood bar and restau­rant in Soulard that’s famous locally for steak. When I arrived, I dis­cov­ered Marie’s mom was in town, which was great, since I hadn’t seen her since John & Marie’s wed­ding a cou­ple of years ago. Our friend Heather joined us, and I shared sto­ries from this trip that I haven’t writ­ten about yet. We returned to the house, and it wasn’t long before I crashed.

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