It was a normal day here at the international headquarters of the Gas Station Gourmet. We’re kind of a think tank, test kitchen and seekers of great buffets. Mike just reiterated that he would probably not eat beef tongue. I explained that it is a popular staple at wedding receptions and funerals here in Cajun country. Mike Falgout is from New Orleans. He’s not Cajun. He is however a talented shooter and editor, but very finicky about what he eats. Just as I was about to tell him about ponce, the phone rang.
Reporter Mike Rosenwald of the Washington Post needed some information about gas station food. I was very excited to know that the premier newspaper in St. Landry Parish was interested in me. I love the big flea market in Washington. I’ve dined at the Steamboat Warehouse Restaurant. It was great.
Mr. Rosenwald explained he was not in St. Landry Parish, but in Washington, D.C. That is way north of Washington, Louisiana. He understood how easily the two cities might be confused.
He said after searching the nation he found that I was America’s expert on gas station food. I wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not. I wanted to be an expert on foreign affairs or UFO’s and their impact on East Texas poultry plant workers or something in healthcare. I write and shoot healthcare pieces all the time. Still, I’ll take expert in gas station food.
We spoke a few times on background. I ended up with a mention in his story on gas station food in Washington, D.C. area. I started to get calls to travel around and speak to industry groups. I tell everyone, I’m not in the industry. I’m not a chef or even much of a cook. I try to be honest. I explain that I’m simply an overweight, middle-age guy with high cholesterol, high blood pressure and low self-esteem who eats in gas stations and reports on the experience. Apparently, America wants to know.
Here is my brief appearance in the Sunday story.