On family trips 30 years ago, my dad used to always say, “Foothill, when in Rome, eat like the Romans!”
At first I was a little confused as our family trips were usually to the South Carolina coast, not Rome. But it wasn’t long before I understood the true meaning of the saying and I was ordering a shrimp burger with glee.
That’s why when I found myself at a neon-lit, roadside cafe in Ely, Nevada I went for the chicken fried steak. Here are a couple picts from the environs, and a link to see more:
See the rest of the ski photos on picasa.