Too bad you weren’t motoring on up a bit further on I-95 because when you would reach Bangor, Maine, there be Dysart’s the best darn truck stop I ever was at. Breakfast you do the corned beef hash with poached eggs atop and a side of baked beans. Later in the day a Fisherman’s platter and/or lobster stew with a dessert of incredible bread pudding. There are decent motels nearby where you can collapse and digest the gi-normous servings. Now that I live in the west, do I miss Dysart’s!