I once stopped in this truck stop off Tropicana on my many trips between Carson and Phoenix (went to college in the PEE AYCH ECKS), it had the best ding-danged truck stop waffles you'll ever have.
The place didn't have no ants or cockroaches or nothin'!
Well, it had one cockroach, and it was a huge motherfucker. It was back behind the grill, flippin' pancakes and spittin' in your onion rings.
Come to think of it, that truck stop buffet sucked, but the price was much to my liking!
(I wrapped a towel around my head, jumped on the table, shouted ALLAH ACKBAR! while waving around a shoe box, once the place emptied, I just simply disappeared into the crowd)
This was also back when I fancied myself a diciple of the great Terrance McKenna and did a whole hell of a lot of naturally-occurring psychadelics, so this may have not actually happened.