Rosie's
Rosie’s Christine Taylor There’s a place down on old Route 66 out past free standing houses in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Nevada, called Rosie’s. If you’re driving at night, you barely even notice the big acrylic sign bearing a red rose in bloom along with the name of the establishment. The single street lamp in front of the place is dim, yet it attracts every moth in town. The parking lot isn’t paved, just a clearing of dirt and gravel. But the joint is open and I’m hungry,
