Then we continued on, despite insane gas shortages that required us to line up for forever at an Exxon, to Chattanooga, which is always wonderful. I just love it there so much!
Though I have too say that our breakfast at (the painfully hip) Aretha Frankestein’s was perhaps the most awful food experience I’ve ever had in Chatt, Mose’s complete wonder at the skate-and-dog-park, a walk along the river, and my cushy room at the Read House almost made up for surly bored waiters. Almost.Â Though an apology would have been nice after they waited an hour to realize they’d lost our order.
Of course, I remember when I was the surly bored order-losing Chatta-waiter, so IÂ can’t be too mad.