On 2011-02-26, Brooklyn1 wrote:
Obviously, you've never suffered one of their "seafood specials".
Lobster dinner at one of the four premium hotels at South Shore, NV.
Driving home next day, on the CA side, felt a twinge. Became an
annoyance, which turned into a discomfort, which turned into an acute
pain, which soon became a real imparative survival issue. I knew a
bavarian style roadhouse was ahead, but not how far. When the cramps
in my lower intestines threatened to impose permanent destructive
replacement damage to my drivers seat, I finally hadda pull over and
head for the river flowing alongside the hwy. Scrambled down the
bank, found a rock, dropped my drawers, and nearly rocketed into the
cleansing/comforting Summer flow of that life saving Sierra tributary.
Back on the road, I finally passed the road house, about six miles
further down the road. I'd never have made it. Besides, I noticed a
large sign out front proclaiming , "restroom use for customers only".
I gave a chuckle as I drove past trying to imagine throwing a ten-spot
at the bartender as I sprinted through the front door with my butt
cheeks clenched tighter than ones jaws in an entodontist's chair.
Apparently, they'd dined in the same establishment or were at least
somewhat familiar with the digestive tract purging qualities of some
of NV's finer restos.
"Nevada has the best", my ass!!
nb