Disappointment compounding on disappointment: Not only is the world's largest, oldest cured ham off limits on Mondays BUT the Bob's Big Boys in the rest stops along I-95 in Maryland no longer have breakfast buffets - they've restructured the rest stop to make room for some bullshit seafood restaurant, like we're all stopping at the Maryland House to refill the tank, take a shit and grab some nice dover sole with rice pilaf.
Where are my powdered eggs? My biscuits with chipped beef in gravy? My unlimited bacon? My scrapple, that I don't actually eat but find endlessly fascinating? I DEMAND ...
Distressing News the First: Plans to visit the world's oldest, largest cured ham in Smithfield, Virginia must be aborted. We're driving down to North Carolina to spend the holiday with my sister, and the ham - cured in 1902 from a 900 POUND PIG and STILL EDIBLE if you scrape off the not-inconsiderable mold layer, a claim which I am willing to take on faith - is en route. The museum containing it, however, is closed on Mondays. FAIL.
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