Friendsville, MD is a charming mall hamlet. Nothing out of the ordinary. On our way home from West Virginia, we decided to try eating lunch in this small village. It was not easy finding a non-chain establishment on the highway. Something about the sign on the highway suggested we might find a local restaurant at this exit. And luckily for us, we did.
That it was somewhat different than most restaurants is part of the charm. Part and parcel of such a journey. Jubilee Diner is what the restaurant is called today. Even though an old sign would not alert you to that. My egg and cheese sandwich was way better than I had imagined. And better than I could have ever expected. Charlie's bacon and cheese burger was a "diner burger" and overcooked, which made Charlie comortable about eating it. Our server was one of the Shireys singers from the poster above. Lucky us! Maybe a special song will be created and performed this weekend, about how it feels to serve "the gays"?
Curious religious posters, messages and photographs of church groups and gatherings made up the art on the wall. You can see the other signs etc through the iPhotos. One wonders after discovering such places if Texas is all that far and different. And yes, whilst Texas is busy reinventing history and doctoring our past - maybe they can send someone this way and change the name of Negro Mountain (yes, that is what the sign said. Circa 2010, in Maryland no less.)??? Where are we? What century?
PS: Our journey did not leave us only with this experience. We drove into Kempton, PA, to look at some birds, and as we left Kempton, we were greeted by beautiful vistas, amazing country, and a short drive into Manhattan, the melting pot of peoples and cultures, that we so miss.