We happened to stop in Casey Iowa at a Casey's General Store for gas. So I thought - hey, let's get one of those gas station hot dogs on the roller thingies. But this gas station didn't have hot dogs. Seriously?
We fuel up the vehicle and hit the road. What to eat, what to eat. My son doesn't want a sandwich, but decides that chicken strips would be fine. While we both like Arby's I suggest that we find a Kentucky Fried Chicken, so we can have biscuits instead of fried potatoes. OHHHHHH - yeah!
We drive. And we drive. Finally we map a KFC, in the heart of Iowa City. 10 miles out of our way later, past beautiful fraternity houses and a stunning university campus we find the KFC. Which closed at 9pm. On a Saturday. In a college town.
Happy belated Saturday supper.