"Is that ice?"
Oh yes it was ... miles before we reached Oklahoma City. At first it was a sparkling wonder, but as we drove through mile after mile, it became depressingly dreary, enough so that we congratulated ourselves on having the foresight to change our original reservation from Joplin to Tulsa.
Of course, finding someplace to eat on a Sunday was tricky. I managed to pick a Hampton Inn in a not-great part of town (not bad, just not great) and virtually every restaurant in the area was a franchise. Except one ...
This is the entrance to The Tropical ... ironic, huh? But the Thai-fusion menu sounded promising, so we made reservations. Only to find only one other table occupied. Uh oh.
We needn't have worried. This beautifully prepped lettuce wrap for two was a meal in itself.
Followed by rainbow trout cooked to perfection, with a gutsy ginger garnish ...
and Pad Thai the way I suspect it's supposed to be made, with a spicy sauce lifting tender rice noodles and chicken up a notch above anything I've had before.
The portion was so large I couldn't even come close to finishing, but with temperatures forecast in the teens tonight, I decided to put the leftovers in the car. With any luck, they'll thaw by the time we get to Wentzville.