Looking For Tuesday On Monday!

We arrive in Minot, North Dakota. It is getting late so we found a campground with a parking spot by the river. Rip checks us in and ask the owners where to eat. They tell him about a place that has “the best chicken in the world”. My mind imagines a tasty Swiss Chalet kind of chicken only better with a nice salad. We have had 5 “van” meals by now; last night it was a take-out salad and some devilled eggs from the Flying J Gas Station. We ate it in the van to the musical buzz of those mosquitoes I chatted about earlier. I am hoping for a different kind of experience tonight. Rip kind of gets the directions and after a couple of twists and turns we find a shopping plaza. I say – “I don’t see a restaurant”. He says, it is called the Market Place. It is a grocery store. He goes in to buy some of the chicken. I am skeptical and suggest that perhaps he can try the chicken and then we go somewhere else. He opens the chicken and pulls out one piece; it looks a bit like Kentucky Fried. Underneath the piece is a pool of greasy oil; even he is not impressed. We ask if there is a Ruby Tuesday in town. There is! We like Ruby Tuesday because they have a delicious salad bar with lots of different greens, veggies, toppings, various other salads, etc. We wind our way in and out of streets; waiting for a train to pass (they are long in these parts!), getting lost then finding the road only to be going the wrong way. Finally we turn around – it just must be really hard to find a Tuesday on a Monday! .