It had been a few years since I visited a good ol’ country truck stop, but man, I have truly loved them in all the aromatic ways a man can.
Whether on a cross-country trip along the interstates or at new ones right off the highway in my own city, they have been beacons of good taste and long-hauling for a long time.
I’ve pulled into more than I can count.
Yet I'd never had the pleasure of patronizing Oklahoma City's lone, long-running Iron Skillet at the Petro Truck Stop off I-35 on 20 S. Martin Luther King—near that abandoned hotel that might be haunted but definitely hosts comedy defensive driving classes.
It was around lunchtime on the day I went, and though traffic was steady, it wasn’t like the old truck-stop days when the biggest of rigs took up the whole lot and produced a line of sweaty truckers pounding the endless coffee refills.