General and specific rants from an irritable traveller

Rant #1: First, don't trust any review you read on Google Local (aggregated from yelp, tripadvisor, et al). Case(s) in point. Yesterday, we went to dinner at an Italian place called La Caterina Trattoria that only got three out of five stars, and was panned by about half the reviewers. As it turns out, the food was quite good, and the desert (tiramisu) was fantastic.

On the other hand, tonight we dined at Salsa, a Mexican/Caribbean joint, which rated 4 1/2 stars, with the only complaints being related to the long wait to get in. That wasn't a problem for us, since we were eating at the positively geriatric hour of 5:30. I thought we'd have to leave immediately when the waitress explained that they don't serve Diet Coke (or Pepsi), but instead offer some vitamin-enriched local hippie cola. Drinks came slowly. Chips and salsa cost $4, and tasted worse than Tostidos. Also, despite the diversity of selections on the menu - quesadillas, fajitas, burritos, tostadas, enchiladas, etc. - everything came out looking identical. What type of burrito would you like? Overall, a D-.

Update: The food at Salsa's made Betsy sick, and I'm feeling a bit queasy myself. Bastards.

Rant #2: I have never in my life seen a greater concentration of surly bums, middle-aged-pony-tailed-fleece-wearing hippies, and pouty [w:emo] kids in one place. And I live in downtown Savannah.

Is there even an art school here?

At least Savannah has an excuse for skinny kids carrying flowers, looking despondent and wearing their sister's jeans.

Rant #3: Why can't people yield? Whether they're driving their cars or walking down a sidewalk, people won't show even the slightest courtesy to others on the same route.

Walking around Asheville or Savannah, the wife and I will constantly find ourselves nearly pushed off the sidewalk while others walk three and four abreast, oblivious to those around them.

All I have to say is: watch out dirty hippie, french tourist or sensitive art student. One of these days, I'm not going to step aside. I don't care if you're an oxygen-cart-toting octogenarian or ten year old. I'm just going to lean forward, brace myself, and lay your ass out. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!"


Hey, cool you went to Asheville ... where'd you stay? Must've been nice to be in a place that doesn't want to suck Bush's teeny dick.
And on your rant No. 3. I've stopped yielding in downtown DC. I walk a lot around the city, mostly on my own, and I stick to the right side of the sidewalk and refuse to be pushed into flower beds, into the street or simply out of my narrow path cuz the family von trapp wants to walk 14 abreast. A high percentage of the time I just don't have any place to go so, I stay put. I'm sure my massive size is an intimidating factor but I've found that holding my course makes people yield and I have only glanced a few shoulders. When that has happened I've kept my stride and gone on my way. But sometimes it's fun to cut right thru the middle of the group like Red Rover Red Rover send Vick right over ... yeah, sometimes ya gotta force courtesy.

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We stayed at The Inn on Montford, about a mile from downtown. I highly recommend it. Great room, great food.