Definitely voting for road-trip food reviews. That’s honestly one of my favorite writing genres. If you could spy on me lazing around in faded sweats and drinking high-end cheap beer, that’s the kind of thing I’d be reading.

Remember that older couple who used to review road food on NPR? I lived for that!

Call me shallow, but I adore road food. That’s a blessing, given I’ve moved to the wilderness where it’s either cook for yourself or find a diner that hasn’t been redecorated since Nixon was in office.

We won’t talk about how people up here think Nixon was a god. Subject best not broached.

So, for the record, that’s a go for Gutbloom gas-station gastronomy.

Please feel free to steal the title. I’ll be off having a hot dog somewhere.