Mary and I are on a great adventure. It seems as though we're not eating any burritos on this adventure, but it is an adventure nonetheless.
We are driving from Chicago to Washington DC for no reason at all, other than we both have some time to kill and credit limits that don't match our income. Yesterday, we spent several hours in Chicago traffic trying to leave town, which was almost enough adventure for both of us. But we pushed through Indiana and Ohio, stopping at the Toledo Airport Days Inn. While the Toledo Airport Days Inn lacked some of the amenities of a fancier hotel (like an elevator and a nice-smelling room), the sweet coupon Mary found in a rest stop book and the charming night clerk more than made up for it.
Why do road signs on the Ohio Turnpike warn of animal presence? Aren't they everywhere? Quote: Animals Present When Flashing. Though we saw no animals, I could feel them lurking in the shadows and avoiding detection.
Today, we braved the mountains of Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania has some pretty freaky road signs about things like airplanes watching you, cliffs, and falling rocks. We stopped in Pittsburgh to check out the famous Incline. Travelers be warned--what is supposed to be a museum is really some pictures on a wall, a bunch of locked doors, a cable car you can't get on unless you first somehow make it down the incline and let it take you back up, and NO BATHROOM. Should you be clenching your thighs together, the gift shop lady will direct you to the public bathroom at the Pittsburgh mall a mile down the road. But, oh, the postcard-buying opportunities. Our first choice was some church that has 5,000 relics (that's pieces of dead saints, for non-Catholics), but they are not open on Wednesdays. Their recording informed us that Sister Margaret gives tours on Sundays, so hopefully we'll hit it on the way back.
Maryland (Mary-Land, get it?) passed in a blink, and Virginia so far has been nothing more than Mary's awesome friend's apartment and two really cute kittens to play with. But we'll keep you posted. (Get it? Posted. Ha.)
Showing posts with label unisex bathrooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unisex bathrooms. Show all posts
04 December 2008
13 November 2008
El Rey del Taco
Dear Mary,
I thought you liked this place. I did.
Love,
Cortney
Okay, so that's not a real review. Let me try again. I would put El Rey del Taco in the running for best burrito place on Clark Street so far. It definitely makes my top two. Now in saying that, I am judging solely on how much I loved my food. Which I did. I loved all three and a half pounds of it as it sat in my stomach like a booted car all night. In fact, other than the giant avocados, I don't really remember what all came in my veggie burrito suizo because I couldn't stop eating long enough to look. And the tortilla bowl of refried beans with grated cheese on top was heavenly. Like a gift from the burrito gods, even.
That being said, El Rey del Taco lacks atmosphere. I'm not sure how much the lack of atmosphere should matter when a burrito is so good. Since Mary and I have started this journey, we have visited a lot of completely empty restaurants. (The crackhead at the roach burrito place doesn't count as a legitimate diner.) This place had several other occupied tables, where other patrons ate as voraciously as we did. And this was well past standard dinner time.
I thoroughly enjoyed the unisex bathroom with your choice of urinal or stall. It reminded me of a trashy version of the Battlestar Gallactica bathrooms. And to get to this bathroom, you have to walk by some fabulous and tempting gumball machines with things like noisemaking animal key chains. Alas, I had no quarters that day.
So, El Rey del Taco, I am craving a bean bowl right now. You are one of the only two burrito places I would revisit so far, so congratulations. If the craving doesn't go away soon, I will be back.
I thought you liked this place. I did.
Love,
Cortney
Okay, so that's not a real review. Let me try again. I would put El Rey del Taco in the running for best burrito place on Clark Street so far. It definitely makes my top two. Now in saying that, I am judging solely on how much I loved my food. Which I did. I loved all three and a half pounds of it as it sat in my stomach like a booted car all night. In fact, other than the giant avocados, I don't really remember what all came in my veggie burrito suizo because I couldn't stop eating long enough to look. And the tortilla bowl of refried beans with grated cheese on top was heavenly. Like a gift from the burrito gods, even.
That being said, El Rey del Taco lacks atmosphere. I'm not sure how much the lack of atmosphere should matter when a burrito is so good. Since Mary and I have started this journey, we have visited a lot of completely empty restaurants. (The crackhead at the roach burrito place doesn't count as a legitimate diner.) This place had several other occupied tables, where other patrons ate as voraciously as we did. And this was well past standard dinner time.
I thoroughly enjoyed the unisex bathroom with your choice of urinal or stall. It reminded me of a trashy version of the Battlestar Gallactica bathrooms. And to get to this bathroom, you have to walk by some fabulous and tempting gumball machines with things like noisemaking animal key chains. Alas, I had no quarters that day.
So, El Rey del Taco, I am craving a bean bowl right now. You are one of the only two burrito places I would revisit so far, so congratulations. If the craving doesn't go away soon, I will be back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)