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![]() Doug,
Are you refering to food? Salvadore doesn't really sound south of the border, not the one I know.
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Everytime we go for Mexican here -- I order the same exact thing |
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You've evenly lovingly described it's greatness to me as well. |
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Erie is like Buffalo -- with 50% of the population and none of the good sports teams. |
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![]() Very astute, that should be on their town masthead.
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![]() Do you have to pay her extra for out of town trips?
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"To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize"...Voltaire |
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![]() The people who pay prostitutes for anything other than sex are messed up.
Do you think Elliot Spitzer wanted to take his high priced Ho bags out for a night on the town? No, you shoot your chowder in their grill and split before they have enough time to grab a towell. |
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![]() Head up to Lake George for some Waterskiing and Wakeboarding....
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![]() Anyone mention SPAC? Not sure if there's anything going on there, but a great place.
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![]() Nothing going on Travers week.
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Game Over |
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![]() Take a detour to Pletcher's barn on the way back to your car after the races --
http://www.google.com/mapmaker?ll=43...&lyt=large_map It's the middle barn with the nicer lawn/walking path that backs to the dirt road that leads to the free parking lot. |
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![]() If you are looking for a nice meal after visiting Lake George, do not waste your time at tourist garbage in downtown Lake George, come back through Downtown Glens Falls and visit Bistro Talluah. Great meal.
http://www.bistrotallulah.com/ |
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![]() We missed the Ice Cream Eating contest on Wed. literally by minutes.
Food: Mexican Connection: Freaking massive portions and very good mexican food. The margaritas were good -- but they're a little better tasting at the place we favor in Erie... and drinking a pitcher seems to get me much more smashed at the local one. One of the few times in my life I ever went to a decent place when I was hungry, got something I liked a lot, and couldn't finish it. Nove's (formerly Sergio's) : The GPS in my girlfriends car (Gartmin -- but I always called it Cartman) took us to a trailor park. I insisted on wanting to get out and ask people in the trailor park for directions -- turns out -- the place was on the other end of 9N and for some reasons, the GPS is massively wrong. We finally find the place, and it's located next to another trailor park. Other than that, I loved the place. Thought the food was very good, the prices very reasonable, the atmosphere nice. The table next to us towards the end was so loud -- you could hear every word of about 3 seperate conversations going on. My girlfriend goes "I feel like I'm in a mob movie right now" Cantina : Mexican place on broadway. The greater was smoking hot. The waitress was also quite hot. I wasn't feeling the direction the place was going from the start. The Nachos were like whole grain wheat. The salsa wasn't spicy at all -- but my gf loved it. The meal was good -- but relatively overpriced. Boca Bistro: I came across Blackthroatedwind on the street before the races on Thursday -- and he gave me this one. I only stayed for the first 4 races today -- and was planning on hitting this place up. We went in, but they were doing happy hour and the menu just had appetizers on it. The menu looked foreign to me. I also stumbled into a few other DT'ers like Byk, Rudeboy, Sheets, and Golfer. Some of the places I got wasted at included The Horse Shoe, and some random bars off of Broadway. One of the dive type ones had $5 cans of Fosters that were about 28ozs. After getting stumbling drunk, my sober gf would drive me to our hotel (A Best Western right by the Albany airport -- everything else was pretty much booked everywhere else. $148 a night after taxes for a Best Western in Albany is nuts) I cost myself all action for the trip. Everytime I was driven back to the hotel -- my drunk ass collapsed face first into bed and passed out. The most disturbing moment of the trip came as we were leaving Saratoga -- my gf was driving on Broadway and suddenly started freaking out and yelling "Oh My Gawd!!! Ahhhh!!!!!" -- I thought maybe she forgot something at the hotel... no, she saw "Countess from Real Housewives of New York walking with her boyfriend Jauques" ... followed by " I HATE HER SO MUCH!!! I want to roll the window down and shout C-Unt and say Fucl< you too Jauques!" I looked over, never expecting to be the voice of reason, and said "Please, don't!" I had absolutely no idea who she was talking about -- but it was very weird. All in all, good brief getaway. |
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![]() I love your vacation threads, Doug.
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Gentlemen! We're burning daylight! Riders up! -Bill Murray |
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How did she like Saratoga?? I imagine a little better than Mountaineer?
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We drove each other nuts on the drive there. It first started with her mocking the way I packed and breaking out her camera to take a picture of it ... ![]() She asked me if I didn't have a bag for it -- and I just looked at her like she was an alien and told her that only homosexuals pack clothes and computers in bags. From there -- she accused me of complaining about her slow driving on the highway ... I told her that is impossible, because I am a silent complainer. She started laughing hysterically behind the wheel -- almost to the point of crying -- and told me that was the funniest thing I've said since I told her that I think people are coming by at night and stealing my flowers. At the first stop -- I took over the driving duties. Anyone who knows anything about highway driving knows about 'The Method' ... that's where you wait for someone to come around going 90+ MPH and pass you ... and you instantly speed up and follow them going just a shade slower -- they become your cover and they get the speeding ticket if a cop is ahead while you don't. She consistently watched as people passed her slow ass going about 95mph and she didn't speed up at all. Not me... I worked the method. She pretended her hardest not to be impressed with my masterful and brilliant display of strategic highway driving. So, she pulled out a camera and started bugging me the hell out of me to try to disregard the fact that she drives like Grandma Gertrude ... and I'm making time like a beast. ![]() ![]() |