I left my purse in Wardensville, West Virginia so we drive back.  Mother Nature has her own little commentary on my mishap.  The rain comes down in sheets, testing the patience of driver and passengers.  Luckily, no one decides to leave me at the side of the road to fend for myself.

After we pick up my purse, we need to stop and eat again. We could have dinner in Wardensville, but now we have too many negative associations with the town.

A woman in the parking lot of the Kac Ka Pon Restaurant on Main Street in Wardensville, West Virginia. Unlike me, she remembers to bring her purse when she leaves.

Memorial Day isn’t the easiest day to find something to eat.  We bust out four iphones and start looking on Yelp and Chow Hound.  Should we go to Fort Royal? Should we go to Roanoke?  Should we go to Charlottesville?   Where, oh where should we eat?

Harrisonburg, Virginia has a Main Street.  Let’s head there.    We drive along I-81 south.  It’s getting dark when we pull into town.  There are two universities there, James Madison University and Eastern Mennonite University.  It’s the first time that I’ve seen a row of frat houses on Main Street.  No parties though, school’s out for summer.  We drive through the downtown and take a few pictures. This place feels urban after West Virginia’s verdant valleys.

Main Street in Harrisonburg, Virginia.

We stop in for dinner and eat too much Thai food.