Saturday, October 17, 2015
Diners Drive-in's and Breakfast
While we've made our destination, Arizona, here's the last of our on-the-road stories.
As our trip headed to Vegas a slight hiccup with the GPS had us parked on the freeway leading into Las Vegas as traffic inched forward and what appeared to be a traffic accident miles ahead kept us blocked. It was thirty minutes before we were able to escape onto a potential off- ramp and then found a parking lot to reconfigure the GPS. Of course, with the hazards of travel, it was a parking lot in what I suspect was one of the more eclectic places in town. The buildings were grey and rather dilapidated, the people rather worn and each of them appearing like they might have a very unique story, and us, the tourists that didn't fit. It was fifteen minutes before we ended up at our hotel, another thirty minutes before we escaped the long registration lineup and continual offers that seem to be pressed on newbies, and made the long ride to the 21st floor. And twenty minutes before we were heading back down lo the lobby area, looking for lunch.
Vegas changes every time I see it. But it's always entertaining. While none of the shows we might want to watch were featuring in our brief stay, we enjoyed people watching on a sidewalk cafe, playing a game or two or blackjack, a fantastic meal or two or three, and left Vegas ready to head onto a new adventure.
The next day it was one of those mornings where another hotel breakfast left us cold so we hit the road minus coffee - not a comforting experience in the hope of finding something on the road - Starbucks maybe.
This time it's through to Arizona and the San Tan Valley but first a stop for breakfast in Boulder, Nevada. The part of Boulder, Nevada that we drove through was unique, from the wooden sidewalks to the antique metal car sitting on top of an antique table bracketing the sidewalk and facing off another pile of antiques. I couldn't imagine what might be inside the shops as these precious memories of the past were doomed to sit outside. But it was early, the shops closed, and the main thing on our mind was breakfast and the Coffee Cup Diner that was featured featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.
Seated at table with the old diner style counter running behind us, service was prompt. And when it arrived, even the toast was something to rave about - rye bread didn't mean white bread with a bit of flavour but instead bread with thick dark wedges of taste woven through it. The potatoes, wait for it, were peeled and cooked, not out of a bag and the bacon was thick and tasty. The omelette, well I'm a small and slow eater, let's just say I was still eating long after hubbie was done. It was the best breakfast I've had on the road in a long time.
There's always something unique on the road.