lovingeveryminute is apparently an Extroverted Self-Knowing Lifelong Learner (<1%, wow!)
I’ve never really paid that much attention to what was (or wasn’t) in this stretch of road, but I sure noticed it today.
The north side of the road has all the food: a Denny’s (blecch), Tom’s BBQ (yummy smell, good food, high prices), The Alpine Valley Bread Company (bakery and sandwiches, meh), Sonic (sometimes fine, sometimes less than fine), Lonestar Steakhouse (OK food, not much for ambience at all), a dinky little Vietnamese place that I might try someday, but not by myself, a couple of pizza joints, and Black Angus, which is one of my favorite restaurants, but not at that location because the waitress we always seem to get is a wretched old woman who soaks herself in 30-year-old perfume instead of just taking a shower. It’s disgusting, so we go across town when we want to eat at Black Angus.
I started this goal at the base of the mountains in the far-east Valley and have been going from east to west, but today I happened to be eastbound when I decided to make an entry onto this goal. A traffic island runs all along this section of Southern, making it nearly impossible to turn left to get in and out of traffic, so I decided to stick to the south side of the road.
There was only one restaurant, at the east end of the mile, and I had never been there, so I tried it today. Kyoto Bowl. When I got out of the car, I was greeted with wonderful meat-cooking aromas, but found upon entering the empty establishment, that the yummy smell was coming from Tom’s across the street. I ordered a couple of eggrolls and was almost immediately handed a sticky blue tray with two individually wrapped, steaming hot eggrolls, which did smell good in their own right.
I took the tray around the corner and sat at a sticky white table. (Is Japanese food just sticky, or did this place need a complete rinse-down?!) I ate one of the eggrolls. It was extremely greasy. I was sad. I wrapped the other one in several napkins to soak up the grease and took it with me. I ate it cold later and it did taste pretty good.
Several hours have passed and I’m still healthy, so this trip will not be classified as a mistake, but I do consider myself lucky since I’m leaving for Cancun in 34 hours and should not have been playing so fast and loose with my internal well-being.