One winner was Mike and Rhonda's cafe on Route 66 in Flagstaff. Man, what a great breakfast. I skipped lunch after that one. After a month on the road listening to people, it was time to go to the mountain and think about it all. In Florida that presents a problem.
Mountains are in short supply.
A friend of mine who used to be a real estate writer tells about getting on a bus to tour a big new development near Fort Lauderdale. It was called Palm Heights or something like that. As soon as the driver pulled the bus through the gate, he shifted into a lower gear and made it seem as if the bus was going up a hill. The closest things to a mountain around there were the red ant mounds. When you're this close to home, you don't want to go north again, but the map said Florida's highest point is near Florala, right on the Florida-Alabama border.