I'm not a big fan of stopping during a road trip, whether a long or short one. I'd rather just get to wherever it is I am going so I can relax and put the miles behind me. After a busy afternoon, one I wasn't expecting, I found myself starving on I-35 on our way to Dallas as I hadn't had an opportunity to eat lunch, or at all really, before leaving. While restaurants off of major highways rarely offer healthy fare, the Iron Skillet takes first in the "Our business model is to kill you" category. I've never had a meal quite this greasy in my entire life. Compared to the rest of the menu, breakfast seemed the most innocuous. As I noticed grease circling the ketchup for my hash browns, I almost missed another drop of grease fall from my fork. By the time we got to Dallas, the grease had made itself at home in a vice-like grip around my heart. Thank you, Iron Skillet. If I ever need to feel entirely useless for a few hours, I'll stop by again.
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