OK, I admit it. I’m a sucker for a Belgian waffle. So I stopped at a coffee shop on my way to Indianapolis yesterday. The waffle was good, served with whipped butter and a warmed syrup pitcher. I even ate the orange slice.
The server was a 20-year veteran of breakfast shifts for road warriors and locals, and when I asked she pointed out the window to a house across the road. That’s where I found Roger (not his real name), a source of local lore about US 41 in Northern Indiana. He’s turning 83, but his Dad operated both a Shell station and a barbeque place back in the day.
My title today refers to the intersection of US 41 + US 6, which used to be a “five corners” intersection.
I took some pictures inside Roger’s house and promised to call him for a real interview, but now I’m thinking that I might just drive back there. I could take him to breakfast.