It was a budget trip, so we stayed in a cheap hotel in Clanton, Ala., where we could get two rooms for what a single hotel room costs in Nashville. It was a Scottish Inn, across from Peach Park and a Whataburger. It was as if our trip had been back to the '70s, instead of just south through Alabama.
Well, when in Clanton, eat Clantonesque. Considering the reasonably not-inadequate experience we had at Dairy Queen last month, we decided to take a flyer on the Whataburger, because, who knows? My motto is that I'll try anything once. (Within reason. Results may vary. See rules for details. Subject to change.)
It was terrible. The meat left absolutely no impression except that it was protein, with a touch of gristle, the bun was sweet, like Hawaiian bread, and there were raw chopped onions and a schmear of mustard twice too big.
A food adventurer always, but I'm checking that little curiosity off the list.