On our most recent weekend trip to visit Mr. Rochester's family, we took the scenic route. I actually prefer this two-lane highway as opposed to the interstate. The landscape is absolutely beautiful driving through the Ozarks and worth any minor irritation you may feel to being stuck behind the occasional motorhome or when traffic stops on one side of the road out of respect for a funeral caravan. We've begun taking the scenic route more often on our weekend excursions to the south of the state and each time we take this route, we pass a little gas station called Hugs & Biscuits #2. Every time we pass this gas station, Mr. Rochester and I joke about the possible origins of its name and we talk about taking a picture of it. Well, on our most recent trip, after 2+ hours of being in his carseat, Trotwood was really upset and we just so happened to pull over at H&B#2. I couldn't resist taking a snapshot.
What I want to know is, whatever happened to Hugs & Biscuits #1?