En route to this fascinating city, a case of medical misfortune had me "inspecting" nearly every rest stop on the way there. (not going into any more specifics than that)
The rest stops on the way through Indiana, Illinois, and Iowa are really, quite a spectacle. In addition to the amalgam of people we saw walking in and out, the most interesting of characters were found in the restrooms. In Indiana, a teenaged girl was RAVING about the facilities.
"If you push the button, the toilet flushes on its own!"
"This is made of chrome!"
"WHOAAAAAAAAAA THESE SOAP DISPENSERS"
I feel like a bitch, because there is a good chance that this girl's attic was missing a few boxes...that doesn't make it any less funny.
We stopped at subway in Iowa, only to discover the most awful sandwiches in the universe. The water tasted like iron, which didn't help the situation.
Once we reached Iowa City, we checked into what could ONLY be our destiny, in hotel form: Best Western Canterbury Inn. In case the name doesn't give away the magic, this fucking hotel had an Olde English theme, down the bathroom doors reading "Ye Damsels in Distress."
We wandered into downtown Iowa City, to find what the Coventry area would be if Cleveland Heights didn't suck so much. Matt insisted upon dining at a restaurant titled "Hamburg, No. 2" (apparently the first one burnt down). This restaurant was featured on The West Wing, and won Best American Food from 2006 to 2008. I ate a delicious hamburger that made me feel nauseous the rest of the night–no one said eating meat again was going to be easy. Tomorrow we tackle the stretch to Nebraska; guaranteed to be the suckiest. We'll see if the Continental Breakfast is as fabulous as promised.
your bathroom commentary is priceless!
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