The last picture of snow for the trip...hopefully
The trip down went well. We left Boston at about 10:30 in the morning, heading down the Pike towards Connecticut. Surprisingly, we only saw three police cars all the way down to New York (and none of them saw us!). It started snowing around White Plains so we had to slow down a bit to keep the car on the road (see my previous post about the dangers of winter driving in a Porsche). Once we got over the Tappan Zee Bridge however, the snow stopped and we stopped for lunch... at White Castle.
Let me tell you something about White Castle. Never in the history of the World has any product or company benefitted so much from being in a movie. I dare you to name a corporate identity that has done better. Yeah, see? You can't. Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle single-handedly transformed a relatively unknown New Jersey-based fast food chain into a global Mecca for potheads everywhere. Naturally, Rob wanted to stop.
We each ordered a "#1", that is, four mini cheezburgers, fries, and a drink. At $6.40 I was expecting a damn good meal. I've got a very limited budget for this trip and don't want to waste my cash on subpar grub. As far as fast-food hamburgers go, I'd say White Castle can hold it's own. The buns were surprisingly light and fluffy and the meat held just the right amount of juices. I was very pleased with the fries as well; golden crispy, thick-cut and just the right amount of salt. Overall, I'd say I enjoyed my first White Castle experience, but my colon is definitely thankful they don't have any around Boston.
Crossing the Delaware, just like George Washington
We continued on through New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware and then into Maryland. This whole stretch was pretty uneventful. We stopped a couple times at rest stops to stretch and get refreshments but otherwise its was straight driving. In the last 30 miles we could begin to see the soft orange glow of D.C. over the trees. It took a while to actually locate the hotel, I had made directions for the Georgetown Holiday Inn but we had a reservation for the Best Western. After a small tour of north-western D.C. we arrived at out destination.
Now here I sit. It's 10:29 and the pizza still has not arrived and now I'm farting onions. Yes, onions. Not farts with an onion scent, but just onions. It really smells like I got out some fresh Vidalias and chopped up a few bulbs. But I digress...
Gastronomy aside, it feels good to have made it through the first day. Tomorrow we'll see a few of our nation's sights before continuing south towards Raleigh. Hopefully I'll post a little earlier next time. Good night to all.
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