Wednesday, June 6, 2018
I’m too freshly annoyed by my experience in France to write about it now. I need to sleep soon and I can’t afford to get all riled up again. The people in Lyon just seemed sad. Sad and bored and boring. Everything about it was the opposite of my experience in Sicily. Friendly people, delicious food, Campari Spritzes, and low prices are not to be had in Lyon. Previously I’d been to Paris and didn’t care for it, but I thought maybe Lyon would be better. Maybe it is, but not enough better. When I have more distance from the experience, I’ll tell you about the restaurant where I couldn’t eat the food because they sat us next to the bathroom and I was overwhelmed by the smell of piss. I’ll tell you about the airport that was worse that the ones in Texas—they excelled in inefficiency and rudeness. The pharmacist, the coffee guy, and several people in security made terrible impressions. But most of all, I’ll tell you about how gorgeous and warm and wonderful Sicily is. I’d love to hear if you have any French horror stories. I’m happy to declare that I’m Never Going Back.
Friday, May 18, 2018
My favorite french toast in Chico can be found at the iconic Morning Thunder Cafe. I don't know why I'm surprised by how great it is to have a little crunch in your french toast. Watch out if you're on a date, though--take the usual poppy-seed-in-the-teeth precautions.
Morning Thunder is a stand out for other reasons. Their roof is shaped like a piece of toast, and if you're a regular they'll keep your coffee mug on site for you. I would eat there more often if they didn't close at 2pm. Their Vegetaters (bottom right) are to die for, and I usually end up having to order two entrees to feed all my desires. Also shown are the yummy huevos rancheros. If you need a super cheesy breakfast bagel sandwich after a big night out, they have those too.