Tampa Tribune/ Flavor/ July 23, 2008
We recently returned from a way-too-long restaurant consultation 2/3rds of the way across the country. While our business may be a little different than most, business travel is the same; crappy hotels that promise to be “stunning” yet are always under construction, smell like urine and could possibly be riddle with dark secrets of murdered hookers stuffed in beds; rental cars (In our case, we were stuck with a mini van. While I’m quite certain that no one who saw us laughed derisively at the hulking, tattooed guy climbing out of a Grand Caravan, we do have a certain modicum of street cred to maintain – and a mini van doesn’t help.), and finally – the bad food.
Oh, sweet Jesus, the horrors that can be found while limited to only eating after 11pm in the land of aspiring chain concepts; fish tasting crab cake sliders, cartilage filled pulled por…