In fact, we've come to look forward to being delighted by the numerous plates and lashings piled high just as much as we anticipate with glee the taste of the actual food itself.
Not so today, we tried a different place, a local diner, and oh my gosh, the immediate remorse! The multiple plates arrived as expected these days...but....but...where were B's eggs? I mean, three egg scramble, bacon, crucnhy potatoes and pancakes, that's an average breakfast assortment and we're in Cali so we're fanging for our giant sized servings as per usual..
I have to confess, I was so happy about the size of my garden omelette and the swiss cheese oozing out the sides that I didn't notice B's plate contents...that was until I hear this forlorn yet adamant voice proclaim ' We are NEVER eating here again' That's right folks, when I looked from his shattered expression to his plate I discovered that indeed, he had been completely ripped off, his '3 egg scramble' looking like the cook had gathered the eggs from quails that morning.
That was certainly deal breaker enough in B's book, and after tasting the bitter, rubber pancakes and soggy, sad hashbrowns on my own plate I knew there was no coming back.
You just can't spoil kids and then expect 'em to eat diddly-ween eggs and cardboard-shoe pancakes and such.
Back to our ol' trusty, beloved, food enough for 10 men on one plate haunts tomorrow!
Now...about these bark patch houses and their comrade abodes made with wide manufactured horizontal or vertical paneling..
OMG... welcome to the land of fugly homes.... seriously guys...we're talking rows and rows of the most ugliest, bland, weirdest homes you could imagine. It's as if the architects here from 15-20 years ago must of graduated by taking copious amounts of acid and making a secret solemn pact like the following:
"With my hand on my chest, I hearby swear, as long as I build, I will avoid all common sense and good taste and continue to design homes that even canines would be embarrassed to enter"
Fair to say... it seems like this pact has carried through to today with an obvious "one-up-manship" for who can continue to out uglify the next guy...
Surprisingly... Driving by and pointing out some of these horrific constructions has become a daily (and humerous) highlight for us.
Sometimes we are.... well... speechless... I mean seriously folks... we can't help but think, "where is your self pride?"
But, as they say, "each to their own" and who knows foreigners visiting our shores may think the same of our homes, although we find our own streets laden for the most part with eye-soothing abodes, if you've grown up with bark patches and Paneling, then that might spell beauty for you, but for us...it certainly makes driving the streets over here entertaining.
Stay tuned in the near future for our Bark patch house albums also known as 'wow'
Meanwhile, here's the snazzy shower curtain from the Inn we're in.. things that make you go hmm...
