Driving on the way up to Mammoth Mt in California on highway 395 is a peculiar town called Kramer’s Junction . It’s just an intersection of 2 roads and there is a restaurant with a bright yellow sign that says “RESTAURANT”.

Anyhow this when the food blog started. At times the most memorable events of a vacation or any day in life is related to a meal.

Southern Fried Chicken Dinner with side of mash potatoes and Honey Butter Muffins.
It sounded a lot better than it tasted. The fried chicken was soggy and the batter was not very fresh and not crispy at all. It no West Harlem Fried Chicken for sure!

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