To get a burger.
On Route 66.
My husband and I headed west out of town, along the 13 miles of Route 66 that goes through Kansas, then into Oklahoma
|It wasn't as overcast as it looks; I|
took this through the very dirty car window.
We ate at Waylan's Ku-Ku Burger in Miami (pronounced My-AM-uhhh, in case you thought otherwise), Oklahoma, the last of a chain of 200 burger joints from the 1960s. Yes, pretty much everything is fried. Yes, it's terrible for you. Yes, it was delicious.
|They don't make 'em like this anymore.|
|My husband's fully loaded double hamburger on|
the left. My burger, plain, on the right. Don't judge me.
I really, REALLY wanted to try one of their shakes, but I was too full. Maybe next time....
On our way out of town, we saw this restaurant. Does anyone else see a contradiction of terms here?
Had to stop and get gas before we got out of Miami. Filling up at Phillips 66 on Route 66. Coincidence? I think not.
Of course, we stopped. You think we wouldn't?
I was so engrossed in my peppermint frozen custard in a waffle cone that I didn't take any pictures. Silly me. The owner was full of information about the area, which prompted our next stop, just a little bit out of town (on the original Route 66 but now bypassed by a newer road, we never would have known about this had she not told us about it).
Spanning a small creek is a bridge, built in 1923, the only remaining James Barney Marsh-designed concrete arch "rainbow" bridge on Route 66. A newer bridge was built to replace it, but if you really, really want to drive over it (I did), you can turn off the main road and drive over it, one way only, and circle back to the highway.
|Getting ready to cross the rainbow bridge.|
|I'm skeered of bridges.|
|The sun was in my eyes. Didn't |
know until it was too late that
I chopped off part of it. Dammit.
Thirty miles or so, each way. Avoided the turnpike to get to Miami. Burgers. Frozen custard. Mater. I'd say we got our kicks.