Not my picture, but a picture of the town I'm staying in
I am away on a work trip in extremely rural, extremely western Virginia staying in a town with a population of approximately 2,000, and I have learned an exceptionally important lesson this week. Do not, no matter the temptation, get Chinese food in a town in rural America with a population that is smaller than the amount you owe your credit card. I had to learn this the hard way by spending eight hours in a an open field excavating in 90 degree heat with no bathroom facility except some sort of taller weeds over by the electric fence. People often rave of the amazing local restaurants they find in tiny towns and overlooked locations (for example, pick almost any episode of The Splendid Table and wait for the Stern's segment), but I am here to tell you that, while delicious local cuisine surely exists, you're going to
get a lot of food poisoning along the way. Ugh.
get a lot of food poisoning along the way. Ugh.
I did have a great dinner tonight (cheeseburger, which is, of
course, one of the almost unmessupable foods there is, shoestring fries, properly sweetened sweet tea, and a Hersey's chocolate ice cream cone), however, made even better by the waitress making one of my co-workers sweet tea made with salt instead of sugar. It was funny. Very very funny. And I am just a little bit mean.
course, one of the almost unmessupable foods there is, shoestring fries, properly sweetened sweet tea, and a Hersey's chocolate ice cream cone), however, made even better by the waitress making one of my co-workers sweet tea made with salt instead of sugar. It was funny. Very very funny. And I am just a little bit mean.
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