Calvin Trillin is an American foodie hero. A pioneer in gastro-tourism and an evangelist for local cuisine, his food writing of the 1970s is a time capsule, a portrait of America caught in a moment in time when sushi was just fish that wasn't cooked yet, good coffee meant not burnt coffee, and the best restaurant in town was a place that imported canned food from France and was inevitably called La Maison de la Casa House. That's not where Trillin wanted to eat. And when he traveled, he had a foolproof method for getting the real story on the best eats in town: I might be forced to sidle over to the clerk at the motel as if I were going to make some innocent inquiry about checkout time, grab him by the necktie, pull him over the counter, and say, in a voice that signified I meant business, Not the place you took your parents on their twenty-fifth anniversary. The place where you went the night you came home after thirteen months in Korea. That's great advice. I mean, sure, the Internet has cut down a bit on the need to manhandle hotel staff for recommendations (sadly), but it's still great advice. So this week, I've got three places the causal traveler would almost certainly never find on their own. Three places that will never be mistaken for La Maison de la Casa House. But if you grab me by the necktie (good luck finding me in a necktie) and ask where we should go grab a quick bite, here's where we're going.
Stop 1: Stoltzfus Sausage Sandwiches


Stop 2: Cajun Kates New Orleans Market

Stop 3: Woodside Farm Creamery

**Main image: Cajun Kates, Bottom-left: Woodside Farm Creamery, Bottom-Right: Stolzfus, Bonus Image (Lower Image 1): Dutch Country Donuts, Lower Image 2: Cajun Kates, Lower Image 3: Woodside Farm Creamery