I know right FUCK. But hey, it was my Dad's 42nd birthday. So it was a love/hate relationship. Anyways I'm writing about my experience at Route 66, where this whole shindig was held at. Route 66 is in the same parking lot as the Canyon Country movie theatres. This restaurant was completely based on road food. Burgers, salads with steak, nachos, you name it. What the fuck was I going to eat. I see no vegetarian friendly items on the meal besides a vegetarian sandwich that came with cream cheese, alfalfa, carrots, and some other not appealing items. I'm browsing the burger section when I notice they substitute their beef patties with veggie burgers. Fucking thank god, I was hungry and thought I was going to have to eat spinach dip and lamp heated tortilla chips all night. I picked the Spicy Arizona Burger. Sounds gnarly right? Shit was so bomb. It came with Jack cheese, roasted and washed green peppers, some awesome salsa y corn type nonsense and they so kindly put it on a wheat bun (probably could have done the same with white considering this wheat looked too processed to hold any nutritional value). It was surprisingly good. All the while my mama is sipping Jack and diets (I have to say I follow after my mother) and an extra shot of whiskey (myyyyyy kind of lady). All I can say is I love that my mom highballs it.
Anyways, not too many choices at fucking Route 66, but really good bar food.
Other Route 66 adventure news:
Old haggard biker men love young 18 year old girls with sunflower tattoos on their shoulder....gets em hard.
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