I must have heat stroke...

because I just had the most amazing meal AT A FLYING J! I'm testing my will power by not having the buffet and ordering off the menu. I wanted a BLT with fries. My server was a really hot Latina named Cynthia. Watching her was a whole lot more appealing than Bill O'Reilly interviewing (on Fox)John McCain, who by the way, looks damn good for 70+ years of age. Cynthia even made the drab FJ uniform look good. She chose to wear tight stretch pants to work - I give her an extra $1 (tip) just for that decision. Anyway, Cynthia told me about 6 new "dishes" (unfortunately she was not one of them) on the FJ menu. One of them was eggs Benedict, char-broiled steak on an English muffin soaked with steak juice, hash browns all smothered with a white (ish) creamy pepper sauce. Holy shit, this was goood!!! Totally uncharacteristic of a FJ. I savored every damn bite. When my soda was 1/2 down, my Latina princess quickly delivered another icy glass to my table. Cynthia's boss tried to sell me on a large slice of apple pie a la mode. But then that would have spoiled everything. I want this taste to stay in my mouth, so I'm just not going to eat anything else for a few days. And the best part is, I just sat there while Cynthia attended to (almost all)my needs, while I watched all the "fatties" helping themselves to second and third helpings of all the crap on the buffet. I love Laredo. I'd be crazy enough to have the same damn thing for breakfast, but if I'm to stay on track, it's back to a nice hot bowl of oatmeal and a cup of Java in the AM.