Just off the Maine Turnpike at 530 Cold Brook Road, in Herman, Maine, it a great place called Dysart's Truck Stop.
It is literally a truck stop; there are rows of gas pumps, a truck wash bay, a huge convenience store, shower facilities, laundry facilities, a 'truckers' lounge', and a full service restaurant. The place was founded in 1940 and has grown in size, service, and popularity over the years.
Inside the restaurant section there's an old pickup truck, all spiffed up and decked out as a bakery display of all the wonderful homemade baked goods available there such as breads, pies, muffins, rolls, biscuits, and cookies.
The front end of an old truck all painted and polished over-looks the dining room. Because truck drivers often travel alone, there are long tables to encourage socializing, as well as smaller tables to pick from if one prefers.
Mr. Eva and I had eaten a late lunch, so we weren't terribly hungry. We had planned to meet Mr. Eva's cousin for dinner. This seafood chowder, with lots of chunks of fish, potatoes, and onions in a thick, creamy broth was all it took to satisfy his taste buds, along with a nice yeast roll, fresh from the oven.
I chose homemade vegetable soup, brimming with celery, carrots, peas, green beans, tomatoes, some pasta and a few kidney beans. It was piping hot and delicious!
And the fresh-from-the-oven homemade biscuit served with it was to die for! It was so huge I ended up eating only half of it!
Cousin Jim had baked beans, coleslaw, and one of those yeast rolls: perfection!
Though we were too full for dessert, we took home slices of the incredible pies: Mr. Eva opted for Banana Cream and I chose Coconut Cream from a list of about a dozen different choices. Although I didn't take photos of the pie, since they were already in closed containers when we received them, I can assure you they were heavenly!
We looked back wistfully as we drove away, wishing the truck stop wasn't 2 and a half hours away from our home! It's a place we'd stopped before, and we definitely will stop at again when we're in that neck of the woods.
Note: We were not compensated for this review, although cousin Jim paid for our dinners