My ex and I once did a road trip from central New Jersey to Savannah GA in one fell swoop. We were insane well before we reached South of the Border, and the sight of it merely confirmed our madness.
Instead of Vince Lombardi, I vote Walt Whitman. Or Molly Pitcher. As long as it has a Cinnabon. Honestly, doing a F2F in Jersey is probably the only way I'll actually get to go to one. I'd like to meet the Buffistas someday. (Yes, collectively.)
I stayed at South of the Border once. (I was 11. It was a family vacation. We were on our way to Hilton Head.) The rooms were even worse than you'd expect.
Not about pitching, about a different kind of face to face: I'm supposedto wave love at Jilli and Pete from Neil Gaiman. We just spent (about six of us total) seven hours in a gorgeous uproarious disreputable carouse and ended up at Scala. When I told him I wanted to wave at him from you two, he said "Ah, now there's two people I love. Wave back."
So, there you go. Love back from Neil. Who is theoretically coming here for dinner on his next Bay Area swingthrough.
Yes, I'm gloating....
vw has it on her list to send out an RFP to the city tourist board on Wednesday. Should have more info soon. As KristinT noted, I've been "uber busy," but am back from my little trip and am trying to get caught up on the things I let slide.
I am impressed that Scola pulled out the Vince Lombardi service area. One of the most memorable rest stops I've ever been in, and not in a good way.
You should have experienced it in the 1970s. If you thought the smell was bad now...
If we're looking at rest areas, Teppy is going to buck for Cheesequake.
You should have experienced it in the 1970s. If you thought the smell was bad now...
It was the 80s, so not too far off. And oh HELL yeah!
Teppy is going to buck for Cheesequake.
So that's what the kids are calling it these days...