Stories from the Road: Best Indian Food on the Highway


Indian dishes that rival gourmet restaurants can be found at a humble truck stop in rural Nebraska

The last thing a man expects to find when in the middle of BFE Nebraska is some of the best Indian food in the nation. But that’s just what a man will be treated to if he makes a stop in tiny Overton, NE. The Indian food I’ve had in New York was not as good as the dishes at this humble abode in the middle of America, scoffingly referred to as “flyover country” in certain circles. (Proving the ignorance of our self-appointed social betters.)

In fact, when I ran teams earlier this year, each time we traveled I-80 coast to coast this place became a “must stop” along the way.

It seems an Indian family bought out a mom and pop truck stop and decided to start serving traditional Indian dishes in the restaurant. They have not cut any corners. While the food is a bit pricey, the quality is unmatched. From the lamb kourma to the saag paneer to the garlic naan to the basmati rice, the food at this humble truck stop would rival, if not surpass what you can find in the big city. Those menu items are just my personal preferences. Other tasty options are there.

Truly, Jay Brothers Truck Stop on Exit 248 is one of those “diamonds in the rough” we truck drivers discuss. It doesn’t look like much on the outside. And it’s seen better days on the inside. But here’s the way I look at things: There’s a lot of richness in the poor house and a lot of poverty in the rich house. I’d rather be amongst real people rather than poseurs and social climbing jackasses. Typical Americans look for the fancy, material things in life (many wouldn’t be caught dead here) but I’ve learned to start looking for humanity and people. It’s very rewarding.

It’s experiences like these that make me glad I bailed on the failing news media when I did, and decided to drive a truck when I need money. (While living abroad as an expat the rest of the time.) There is so much to know about this country, and so much to know about the world beyond the myopia most people spend their entire lives in. A myopia that is at least, in part, foisted upon them by a media that only knows how to create fear and division and push conspicuous consumption as the be all, end all of human existence.

As for me, finding oases of real people and real food made by real hands and having random, once in a lifetime experiences in new places and with new people will never be matched by anything I could own. What’s more, I enjoy interacting and supporting small business owners rather than faceless, nameless, exploitative GloboWorldCorp and its subsidiaries.

A gentlemanly Indian grandfather usually brings my order out when I stop here. Just seeing the humble man at work and watching him waiting to see if I like his cooking is an experience the chain truck stops can’t match. I like people, not things. Why is this so hard for Anglo culture to understand?

This is why I roam. This is why I’m a minimalist. This is why I cannot bear the human farm corporate America herds all the sheeple into. I’d never have had this simple pleasure among a constellation of other simple pleasures like this if I had stayed on the plantation waiting for the “someday” of retirement that never comes. (And by then I’d be too old and worn out to enjoy it, anyway.)

Life is better out here as a free man. Let me tell you.

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  • The Angry Outernationalist

    Since you do runs on I-80, you do know about Buford, Wyoming?

    It’s a one man show … and a one man town, or at least it was.

    Now I think there are two people there — two Vietnamese guys bought the town a few years ago.,_Wyoming

    When I travelled more widely in America, I tried to stay off the motorways, actually, thinking that I’d see more of the American heartland that way.

    But that didn’t always work, and I’d inevitably have to stay parallel to a motorway because otherwise I might be stuck in the middle of the night with few options for lodging. The Unhappy Motoring America that’s grown up to replace the former Happy Motoring America built all of its crap around the motorways.

    And it seems that too many dipshit little towns away from the motorways have a bored cop doing “speeder patrol” who would love to pull you for going 26 in a 25 zone …


    • Yep, there’s few motels anymore along the two lane highways. Took Route 2 through the Sandhills of Nebraska and there is basically only a single somewhat modern motel in Thedford. Nice scenic drive, but plan it in a single stretch during the day as other than the Thedford place there’s nothing between Grand Island and Scottsbluff. Took the two lane Route 36 across Eastern Illinois and saw the overgrown trees in a former motel court from way back, looked like that city around Chernobyl where plants are growing from the cracks in the building. No long distance travel would want to take these roads anymore due to all the stop and go in these small towns which are bad enough even without “Sheriff Teasel” looking to get $$$revenue$$$ from out of towners. I myself don’t really see the nostalgia for this impossible to pass stop and go in every small town two lane road America from an era a generation before I was born. 4 hours of safe travel on the Interstate becomes 6-7 hours of frustration, waiting 5 minutes behind 4 cars waiting for a break in the oncoming traffic so I can punch it and get around some slow moving vehicle only to come to another one 5 miles up the road.

      I do get a load out of the towns on the Rand MacNalley map in Wyoming. Was driving across I-80 and ready for lunch, I looked down and saw the next town was “Red Desert.” I thought “well there will probably be a McDonalds or Burger King at the exit with the typical gas station and motel strip you see in the east along the interstates. When I got there the town consisted of exactly ONE SINGLE BUILDING—A DIRTY BOOK STORE! In some old 1930s converted gas station no less, had to continue on to Rock Springs to get a hamburger. There are an awful lot of Dirty Book Stores along the interstates these days? Seems a lot of the old “Stucky’s” have been converted into these dens like the one in Buckley Illinois.


      • Years ago there was a ‘STUCKYS’ between Tucson and Phoenix on I-10 I liked to frequent. Its long gone now.


  • I am glad that you found them and it is good that you promote them. You may have opened a new market for other high quality restauranteurs. The market is captive and grateful, no better start for a customer base.


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