Southern Bar B Q

On the way across to South Carolina we called in at the Cherokee Trading Post for breakfast, but spent so much time looking around the shop that we didn't have time to eat and had to crack on.

Cherokee Trading post and restaurant Oklahoma. 

Piggy back tractors in the parking lot.

Piggy back tractors in the parking lot.

We picked up the tyres on Wednesday lunchtime and only got as far as Madison near Atlanta before we had to shut down for the curfew, which is half an hour BEFORE sunset in Georgia.
Another short day on Thursday as my driving hours were short and I wouldn't have enough time to get a pilot car and make it up to Illinois before my time ran out.

We got parked up at the Pilot at Dalton, exit 326 off the 75 nice and early and Mick McGary arrived shortly afterwards, although Paul shot through to Ringgold a little further up the road, so he missed out on a great meal at Miller Brothers Rib Shack, just across from the truckstop.

Mick had a big plate of nachos, meat, cheese, sour cream, barbecue sauce and jalapenos as a starter, and it would have filled me up without a main meal!

Me and Cath had a plate of BBQ wings to start, which, like Micks starter, were delicious.

Main for Mick was a pile of buffalo wings with coleslaw, onion petals and potato wedges. Cath had a half rack of ribs, not the little baby back ones, with potato wedges, onion petals.

Cath looks drunk!

I had a pork plate, with beans, corn on the cob, an extra side of whole deep fried (perfectly cooked) catfish and all these came with Texas toast.

A nice friendly place which was very quiet as there was an impending storm and it was very cold out.
The server and cook (owner?) both asked if  we had enjoyed the food, and of course we said yes, and we'll be back again.

We will be all meeting our pilot cars up near the border in the morning, but can't go around Chatanooga until 9am, so a little lie in tomorrow, then flat out, to beat the Martin Luthor King holiday curfew in Ilinois, which means we have to cross into Iowa before Saturday noon, or else we will have to park until Tuesday morning!

I was hoping to meet up with fellow driver and blogger, Dave Caldwell, but once again we will probably cross on the highway running in opposite directions near Nashville, so catcha later Dave.