I rode up the road to where I had seen a pizza hut, not getting a recommendation from anyone. Beside it was a bar doing food. Locals only... It was like walking into a bar in Wales. Silence drops as they size up the stranger.
It was great. Ate at the bar beside a guy in a baseball cap, handlebar mustache drinking Absinth and grape juice.
Where else can you eat shrimp fettucini listening to Bluegrass radio with a programme on the TV extolling the vitues of a strap on the latest assault rifle that allows you to swing it handily to your shoulder quickly and easily. ;o)
The programme is 'American Rifleman' and they are now discussing 'old guns what I own' and this week its a wartime Luger!
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