Mike and I celebrated our seventh anniversary on January 9. Our gift to each other was our first week of traveling, so we enjoyed a simple celebration. We hunkered down for the chilly day in the motorhome while Mike worked and I puttered around. When five o’clock rolled around, we explored somewhere close for an anniversary dinner. We ended up at a place called the Derailed Diner.
It’s not a romantic place for sure, but it does have its charm. The diner is located at a travel stop in Alabama at exit 53 off of Interstate 10. The ambience is definitely memorable and quite clever. The front of the diner is a depiction of a train derailment and the inside a mish-mash of miscellaneous and varied travel decor. We were seated at a restaurant booth sporting bus seats. The bar was done up as a school bus with TVs playing in the windows and unique bar stools consisting of a motorcycle seat, bus seat, and even a saddle. There was memorabilia on the walls from old airline advertisements to vintage Navy recruitment posters. The tables were glass-topped with different travel-themed newspaper articles, pictures, tickets, etc., underneath. It is easily one of those places that keeps a weary traveler occupied while enjoying a meal for those quick road breaks.
The food was regular diner fare and the service fast and efficient. We enjoyed quiet conversation, contemplating our next travel destinations, and pointed out things that interested us in the restaurant decor. Afterwards, we visited the gift shop and browsed several unusual homemade arts and crafts.
On the menu was the story of the Derailed Diner and how it came about. The last paragraph caught my eye (photo below). I’ve always known life is filled with twists and turns and unexpected destinations. Whether it’s living in a sticks and bricks or traveling from one place to another, we are all on the wild ride called life. What’s important is that we live it–doing what makes us fulfilled and happy. The Derailed Diner stated it more distinctly than I ever could:
When did life derail your plans and divert you to another direction? For me, those derailments were blessings in disguise. I hope the track you are on makes you happy.
Always with much love. Thank you for traveling along.