I was chasing trout up on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a somewhat desolate place I find strangely compelling. I had been camping somewhere north of Escanaba and was about ready for some hot coffee and a greasy fisherman’s breakfast. I was driving east when I saw this sign, exactly what I was looking for.
Unlike many U.P. signs, advertising pasties or smoked whitefish, this one was wonderfully non-specific. Food. That’s it, take it or leave it. Of course I skidded to a halt and wandered in.