Worth Living?
Fort Smith is not off to a good start. The airline lost my luggage, the hotel’s high-speed internet doesn’t work, and my dial-up connection is currently smoking at 665 B/sec. That’s B, not KB. Thus far, I am not impressed with Arkansas in general and Fort Smith in particular.
There is a bright side, though: Waffle House, the finest restaurant in all the land. There’s one right next door to the hotel.
I think I know where I’m having dinner for the next 10 days. I just hope I don’t have to be wearing the same clothes at each meal — but I’ll fit right in if I am.
Wow that sucks! Hope some ray of sunshine happens soon!
Ooooh, Waffle House. So close to California, but not close enough. Granted, we have In-n-Out, and the poor benighted critters in most of the rest of the continental US do not, but why, why, why can’t we have Waffle House too! Sigh. If you had their hashbrowns recently, please be kind and don’t talk about it. I don’t think I could bear that.
Scattered, covered, chunked and topped. With a Texas Cheesesteak sandwich.
Ahhh….
Now that’s just plain cruel. You’re a mean, mean man.