Tuesday, October 7, 2008
dinner on Route 66
It took moving away from Chicago to make Pat and I realize how many great places we never dined at. Dell Rhea's is one of those places. It sits on the mother road, even if it looks like it's in the middle of an industrial park. The insides of the place look like 1960. The interior brick has been painted over, probably to cover all the cigarette smoke stains.The waitresses call you sweety and can tell you're not a regular. It's the kind of restaurant that Harold and Florence took me to as a kid. The chicken is great.