I've Made a Huge Mistake

Huevos Rancheros, not the Canadian Indie Rock band that comes to mind. No! It's apparently Mexican for Fried Egg Nachos. I had to try it, as it's not something I'm likely to get in Canada and I don't have the fortitude to try grits. What was delivered to me was a large plate of apparently cheese, underwhich there were Mexican beans, Chorizo Sausage, Tostadas (aka Tostitos) and two eggs, fried, very over easy. And even as I could feel my cholestorol levels rising, I was unable to stop myself from consuming it. In penance, I'm going to shortly hit the fitness centre here at the hotel where I shall remain for the next three days.

I was also offered some cookies by our onsite guy; Cookies by Carol. My partner in crime was raving about them, so I had to try one. I broke off a quarter of one, but I didn't find it all that appealing. Basically it was just sugar and shortening and approximately and weight of three hockey pucks. Perhaps it's professional snobbery, but I don't see what people consider so good about them. Give me a small, two bite, ginger sparkler any day.

Finally, there is apparently a trip to Babe's Chicken Dinner House in the offing. At Babe's Roanoke, you make two choices; either Chicken fried Chicken or Chicken Fried Steak and will you have soda or sweet tea to drink? No good will come of that trip.