Just after entering California, Susan saw a billboard advertising “The Mad Greek.” “We need to stop there,” she insisted. “He was on ‘Diners, Drive-Inns, and Dives.'” So we did. 3:30 PM was a little early by Pacific time for our evening meal; but we’d had lunch in mountain time and were ready to eat. The shared gyro was delicious and the baklava was out of this world…the best I’ve had. The temperature in Baker, CA, when we left The Mad Greek, was 115, probably pretty normal for the gateway to Death Valley in July.
The sixty-ninth of three-hundred-and-sixty-five – The Mad Greek