Yes, that is what he said.
What kind of food will we find along the Pennsylvania Turnpike? My friend Blade Wellington and I were driving from Philadelphia to Wilkes Barre. It was late. We were hungry.
“Look, Quakertown, last food exit for 15 miles,” I said, pointing at the sign. “Sounds like a good place for food.”
Blade agreed. He exited through the toll booth and after paying, asked the toll collector in his most gentile Southern accent, “Sir, can you recommend a place to get some food around here?”
“Well there’s quite a few places about four miles into town. Or you could go over here to wah-wah’s,” the man said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.
Wah-wah’s? I chalked it up to regional accents. We turned onto Fries Highway, which I took as a good omen, and started looking for Walter’s.
“I think he means this gas station,” Blade said, aiming our rental car toward a brightly lit complex. And there on the sign was the name.
