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My only excuse for NOT moving to Vancouver is that it doesn’t get hot enough up there. The cold and me aren’t very good friends.
I only visit McDoo about once every 6 months, and usually just to use the restroom. One of my more memorable experiences (on a blazing Illinois summer day) went like this:
Suebob: Can I get an iced coffee please?
Counter Girl: We don’t have iced coffee.
SB: I know. Just fill a cup with ice and pour coffee over it.
CG: Coffee over ice? Yuk!
SB: Huh?
CG: That is NASTY. Sick. Oh my god.
SB: Please?
CG: I can’t believe you would order that. Oh god it is so gross. Coffee with ICE? Yuk. That sounds horrible (she went on and on and on in this vein).
The bad part is she was totally right. Even after the big lawsuit, McDoo still serves their coffee so nuclear hot that no amount of ice can cool it to anything less than hottish. So you get weak, almost-hot coffee. Sigh. TGFDunkin Donuts.
My husband and I stayed at LaQuinta on the last night of our honeymoon (it was close to the airport). We decided it should’ve been called the Downlow Motel for all the guy-on-guy hookups we saw. My husband thinks I was the only woman in the building.
More stories of warm, please. I’m freezing.
la quinta mean the villa.
You were like two hours away from me and I never knew it??? this sucks.
I stayed at a La Quinta on business in Richland midweek last week. No pool, no camera phone and no road-trippin’ hotties from Canada. I’ve applied for a refund.
Well now I’m definitely going to have to start saying “sweet flaming monkeys of DOOM” as often as possible.
can’t wait to hear what you thought of fresno. it’s just icky there. my parents used to live near there.
Over the past few years I’ve had the “opportunity” to do the Vancouver-Cali-Vancouver drive many times. Each time I say “never again”! (To be fair, I’m usually doing it in one shot – 24hrs straight with another driver or two.)
I’ve managed to nail the departure timing down so that Redding is perfectly timed in the trip for an early morning Starbucks refuel (after driving for 20hrs or so). Or, if you got a little delayed on your trip down, you can eat at the quirky La Cabana Mexican Restaurant…but, as I found out, semi-authentic Mexican probably isn’t the best choice for roadtripping!
Yet, the best is left for the return trip! If you time it right you hit Redding as the main street greasy spoon opens and you can sit there watching the locals go about their daily morning routine while you devour the most delicious homestyle breakfast to keep you powered up for the drive through Mt. Shasta Park and Oregon (at least until the Puma store near Portland!).
La Quinta can mean different things depending on context. For instance it could mean “the whole town” or it can be “the fifth person, thing, etc.”