As things turned out, we didn’t plan to be in this part of
the world, but were strongly advised to come here by a Tourist Information
centre as we entered Pennsylvania. We
thought that they probably knew more about the area than us, so took their
advice. They even booked us our campsite
at Tanglewood, Covington, Pennsylvania.
What a find!
It is one of the most pleasant places we have stayed at,
nestling in the hills above Covington.
The climb in Harvey taking us up a gravel road, a mile and a half long,
to reach the site. The air is clear and
fresh, and the temperature dropped as the evening wore on. In the morning, it felt like a glorious
English summer morning, - slightly cool to start, but the prospect of the sun
warming up quickly as the day progressed.
And so it was.
We decided not to hang around on site, but to visit
Wellsboro, about 18 miles away. It was
re-assuring to find a town similar to an English town. Streets with shops, instead of out of town
malls. People doing shopping, and
strolling into town. Parking meters!
First stop was to get some food, as we had taken our time
this morning. The advice was to visit
one of USA’s top ten diners in Wellsboro.
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| Wellsboro Diner, Pennsylvania |
It was not hard to find.
It is a converted “car”. Not a
car in the UK sense of the word, but in the American sense, - meaning a railway
carriage! That’s what it is. A converted railway carriage.
A slight queue, and then we were given our table.
A look at the menu, and we chose our meal. Ruth went for the steak sandwich, fries, and
salad. I chose the Diner “special” at
$9.99.
Now then, what I read on the “specials” board wasn’t quite
what I thought I was getting! But I was
fine about it. After all, why come to
another country and not eat what the natives eat? One should really try a local speciality.
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| Sausage gravy in the foreground |
My choice was as I read it, “sausage, gravy, on a biscuit
with home fries”.
What was delivered was “sausage gravy, on a biscuit with
home fries”.
“What’s the difference?” I hear you say.
“Spot the difference”, I say!
The difference is the missing comma between sausage and
gravy.
They meant sausage gravy, so it was gravy with a tiny bit of
sausage in it, on a “biscuit” (which is English for a scone) and little cubes
of deep fried potato. Except that the
gravy was more like a white creamy peppercorn sauce than brown English gravy.
By the time I had finished my meal I was stuffed! Full up!
Not a sausage more could I have eaten, (if there had been a sausage
available).
Ruth however managed a hot fudge brownie sundae on a bed of
ice cream for afters!
All washed down with endless refills of Pepsi.
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| Dinner in the diner,...... |
“Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer”, as the song
says!
It was good.
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