I usually only drive through Pennsylvania, and as a result I always end up at Sbarro, an “Italian” restaurant that can only survive in the cloister of a turnpike travel plaza. Somehow my brain forgets how fucking awful it was last time. Plus I always order something you can’t eat while driving, like pasta, so I have to sit there and finish it. The only good thing is having a bathroom right there.
Available at off-ramps while travelling. That’s the only time I get it.
I usually only drive through Pennsylvania, and as a result I always end up at Sbarro, an “Italian” restaurant that can only survive in the cloister of a turnpike travel plaza. Somehow my brain forgets how fucking awful it was last time. Plus I always order something you can’t eat while driving, like pasta, so I have to sit there and finish it. The only good thing is having a bathroom right there.