The Two Lane


Burgers on a two-lane road. Four on the menu, fifteen free toppings, fries cut by hand at 6 a.m.
Make a slip for the window
Four burgers.
That's the menu.


Pick the patties, pay for the cheese, take as many of the fifteen toppings as the bun will hold. The onions are on us. So is everything else on the rail.
Three things we don't put on the board. Read the signs.
It's not on the board, it's not on the sign, but an egg on a burger is worth the line. Ask for The Detour at the window.

Chili on fries and cheddar on top, start at mile zero, you won't want to stop. Ask for Mile Zero Fries at the window.

Big fries under beef chili and melted cheddar.
$8.50
Half chocolate, half coffee, for the drive after dark. The night crew drinks one before they park. Ask for Night Shift at the window.

Half chocolate, half coffee. One straw.
$6.50


June wanted four burgers and not one more. She'd eaten at too many places with menus like phone books, and figured that if you only make four things, you can make them right.
Eddie wanted the opposite: a counter where you point at what you want and nobody charges you for onions. He'd worked a grill since he was sixteen and never understood why lettuce cost extra.
So we did both. Four burgers on the board, fifteen toppings on the rail, and fries cut every morning from a sack you can see through the window. No freezer.
We opened on a two-lane road because that's where people still stop. If you're passing through, the window's on the right.
Wish you were here. Or almost here.
Make your slip
Same four burgers at every one. Pick-up only; the window's on the right.
Eastbound, right after the grain elevator. Window on the right.
At the bridge over Dry Creek, both directions. Fries cut here at 6 a.m.
Last stop before the flats. Turn in at the green awning.