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chegitz and Bunnygrrl's trek from heck
The trip started out auspiciously enough. The car rental place was late picking me up and ended up costing me $60 more because the trip to Miami and back is more than the 450 miles you get with the rental (by three hundred miles - 300 * .25 = $75 or =$20/day for unlimited milage). Then, despite my platinum card is supposed to pay for all insurance on car rentals, they tried to tack on collision insurance, 'till I pointed out in the two years I'd been renting (okay, one and a half) that they'd never made me do that before.
Ran around to the maul
to get a Cubs cap, but an X-Large is still too small for my head, so that meant wearing a tight cap.
Woke up late, and didn't leave for Miami until about 2PM. It's roughly a 6.5 hour trip, going the speed limit and stopping for gas. Fortunately, I don't go the speed limit (70mph in Florida, used to be 75). We decided to detour through Daytona to see what it's like, as we haven't visited there in the two years we've lived here and we were considering moving there because it's about halfway between Orlando and Jax (better for job availability). Seems kinda country and po-dunk, but we could live with it.
So, we hit Palm Beach County and I detour onto the Turnpike cuz I-95 is perpetually under contruction in that county.
But, I forgot to bring enough cash to get al the way down to Dania Beach, where we're staying.
Bunnygrrl wants to go to a maul in Boca Raton :sigh: so we wander in there so she can look for something to wear for the wedding. On the way out, I realize I'm missing the Cubs game, and I scan the radio and find out we're winning 7-zip.
So we get to the Motel 6 in Dania Beach, and the desk help is nowhere to be seen. Fifteen minutes later, the female desk clerk and the male security guard walk in, looking a little sweaty. We get up to our room, which smells like bleach, I watch the game while BG freshens up, cuz she wants to go down to South Beach. Hmmm, we have no towels in our room, and not enough pillows. That get's resolved, and as we're leaving to head down to Miami, I see the Dania Beach Vice (cue Miami Vice theme music) van around the corner from our hotel. 
So it takes an hour to get to Miami Beach, most of that time spent on the causeway, cause thirty thousand other Cubs fans have the same idea, plus all the folks who go Clubbing in the tri-country area. After an hour of looking for a parking spot (it's nearly one, we left at 11PM). We start wandering around looking for a place to eat.
We hear some Cuban Jazz coming from a sidwalk bistro and decide to try this place, Cafe Med. If you have the chance to eat at Cafe Med, gnaw your arm off instead. Not only will it taste better, but it will probably feel better as well.
I got the less than spectacular special, a salmon ravioli with a tomato creme sauce. The waiter tells me the ravioli is stuffed with salmon (it isn't) and that there's no cheese (there is). Fortunately, it's ricotto and not bleu cheese, so I get to live another day, or so I think.
That's because BG order chicken parmasian. It was huge, so she cut off a big piece and gave it to me, as I was still hungray and unsatisfied with my fishy salmon. :yuck: I take a few bites when Bunnygrrl says that the chicken is pink!!! She had been eating around the edges, where it was cooked. But in the center, where she had cut it for me, it was raw!!!!! AUGH!
Then the waiter has the audacity to tell me it's not undercooked, it's just tender.
They make us another one, but at this point we're no longer hungry. He never offered to refresh our drinks, and then gives me a bill with the damn chicken on it and the gratuity included!!!!!!! Needless to say, I was a little unhappy. I refused to pay for the chicken or gratuity, and they said okay.
Decided to cut our losses, go get desert someplace else, but the only ice cream place that would take plastic had just closed, so I was like, **** it, and we went back to the hotel. It's a lot easy getting out of Mimai beach than into it. Strange thing, the place was full of thugs. It musta been a gangster convention or something. The place has lost its charm for me, and I used to live in some of the worst neighborhoods in Chicago. Sure, but I wouldn't go vacationing there!!!
Now, there are many things you don't want to see on returning to your hotel. Among them are four squad cars with rollers going.
Oh joy, apparently the Motel 6 in Dania Beach, Florida, is where prostitutes and their Johns go.
Ran around to the maul
to get a Cubs cap, but an X-Large is still too small for my head, so that meant wearing a tight cap.Woke up late, and didn't leave for Miami until about 2PM. It's roughly a 6.5 hour trip, going the speed limit and stopping for gas. Fortunately, I don't go the speed limit (70mph in Florida, used to be 75). We decided to detour through Daytona to see what it's like, as we haven't visited there in the two years we've lived here and we were considering moving there because it's about halfway between Orlando and Jax (better for job availability). Seems kinda country and po-dunk, but we could live with it.
So, we hit Palm Beach County and I detour onto the Turnpike cuz I-95 is perpetually under contruction in that county.
But, I forgot to bring enough cash to get al the way down to Dania Beach, where we're staying.Bunnygrrl wants to go to a maul in Boca Raton :sigh: so we wander in there so she can look for something to wear for the wedding. On the way out, I realize I'm missing the Cubs game, and I scan the radio and find out we're winning 7-zip.
So we get to the Motel 6 in Dania Beach, and the desk help is nowhere to be seen. Fifteen minutes later, the female desk clerk and the male security guard walk in, looking a little sweaty.
We get up to our room, which smells like bleach, I watch the game while BG freshens up, cuz she wants to go down to South Beach. Hmmm, we have no towels in our room, and not enough pillows. That get's resolved, and as we're leaving to head down to Miami, I see the Dania Beach Vice (cue Miami Vice theme music) van around the corner from our hotel. So it takes an hour to get to Miami Beach, most of that time spent on the causeway, cause thirty thousand other Cubs fans have the same idea, plus all the folks who go Clubbing in the tri-country area. After an hour of looking for a parking spot (it's nearly one, we left at 11PM). We start wandering around looking for a place to eat.
We hear some Cuban Jazz coming from a sidwalk bistro and decide to try this place, Cafe Med. If you have the chance to eat at Cafe Med, gnaw your arm off instead. Not only will it taste better, but it will probably feel better as well.
I got the less than spectacular special, a salmon ravioli with a tomato creme sauce. The waiter tells me the ravioli is stuffed with salmon (it isn't) and that there's no cheese (there is). Fortunately, it's ricotto and not bleu cheese, so I get to live another day, or so I think.
That's because BG order chicken parmasian. It was huge, so she cut off a big piece and gave it to me, as I was still hungray and unsatisfied with my fishy salmon. :yuck: I take a few bites when Bunnygrrl says that the chicken is pink!!! She had been eating around the edges, where it was cooked. But in the center, where she had cut it for me, it was raw!!!!! AUGH!
Then the waiter has the audacity to tell me it's not undercooked, it's just tender.
They make us another one, but at this point we're no longer hungry. He never offered to refresh our drinks, and then gives me a bill with the damn chicken on it and the gratuity included!!!!!!! Needless to say, I was a little unhappy. I refused to pay for the chicken or gratuity, and they said okay.Decided to cut our losses, go get desert someplace else, but the only ice cream place that would take plastic had just closed, so I was like, **** it, and we went back to the hotel. It's a lot easy getting out of Mimai beach than into it. Strange thing, the place was full of thugs. It musta been a gangster convention or something. The place has lost its charm for me, and I used to live in some of the worst neighborhoods in Chicago. Sure, but I wouldn't go vacationing there!!!
Now, there are many things you don't want to see on returning to your hotel. Among them are four squad cars with rollers going.
Oh joy, apparently the Motel 6 in Dania Beach, Florida, is where prostitutes and their Johns go.
BG just has to have Boston Market 
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