If you have been fighting trucks all day on I-5 in California's central valley and are about ready to give up at Stockton and go to a Burger King for a long-awaited break, perhaps you should take this into consideration. Perhaps you have found vast almond orchards and nothingness that hardly produce a gas station. There is hope.
I found the town of Santa Nella and Pea Soup Andersen's when I saw a giant Dutch Windmill rising up along I-5. It was time to stop, to rest my weary back and shoulders. It was time to get a bowl of pea soup.
At the door, the aroma of a ham bone in a slow cooking soup filled my senses as I found a booth and relaxed. I started to nibble on an onion roll and quenched my thirst. I looked around and giggled at drawings of caricatures Hap-Pea and Pea-Wee, splitting peas and making soup in comical poses.
The soup cooks all day. I had a bowl of pea soup that tasted like homemade faster than I could have had a burger. I needed to be in Los Angeles, so I was able to eat and run in under twenty minutes. I had the best pea soup of my life, with bread, crackers, and soda, for the price of extra value meal.
I was back on my way to Los Angeles, fighting trucks, but with a belly full of warm soup. This traveler will never make the mistake of getting a burger when I am within a hundred miles of Santa Nella and Pea Soup Andersen's.
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