>   When I was on my cross country trip in '19, a few places I stayed in had
 > comp breakfasts.    
 >   When I travel all I am interested in is a clean room and bath.  I don't
 > care for all the extras, have no interest in them.
 >   The comp breakfasts all varied.  Some were full breakfast buffets with
 > all the breakfast foods, another might be a bowl of cereal or breakfast
 > roll.

Most I'vbe seen only offer a "continental breakfast" (toast, muffin, or stale
croissant & coffee); a rare few added eggs (scoop scrambled out of a communal
tray, or choose a hardboiled one) & fewer yet included some dried out bacon,
sausage, &/or ham slices.

One place here in Richmond where I love to gpo for events because their food is
top-bnotch, has a continental with a dozen or more types of pastries & breads,
several styles of egg, all the meat choices, & delicious brewed coffee, & a
selection of cold fruit juices!

Now THAT is a breakfast I might get dressed a bit earlier for!


Staying one night in a cheraper place in the big city, my then-girlfrtiend & I
looked at the meager/meh offere8ings of the 'hotel' & I elected to walk up to
the KFC that the adress indicared was only 6 blocks away.

I learned, about my third mile walkng towards it that the street we were on was
on a diagonal, so the 100-blocks don't line up with the rest of the city quite
the same! I finally made it, purchased our chosen meal, & jogged back, as I'd
been gone far longer than either of us expected. 

Never again! Now I now about delivery (no Uber then, but I could've had a taxi
pick it up after I phoned my order in, the KFC cashier told me for a nominal
flat fee(that's now $5; this was in the '90s, when a non-sleeze hotel room was
only $40- a night, if you shipped around first)

I stayted in many a $20 motor inn type establishment in the '80s when I was
hitchhikinmg, as a lot of drivers, when it was time to bed diwn, offered me the
choice of trying to hitch at night, or I could crash in the second bed these
rooms all had; I figured out who was being sincere & who was being predatory, &
chose accordingly; generally they included stale toast & weak coffee for
breakfast, or nothing.  But I was sort of living the Ghandi Diet in those
years! Not quite as strictly as he did, though, as I'd eat at least one small
meal every few days, usually.

My first time being fed by a driver was a trucker changing jobs from
Calgary(north of Montana?), where he picked me up, & he wouldn't accept "no
thanks" as an answer(I didn't just come out & say, "I got a nickel & 2 pennies
to my name, so I can't afford to eat there, mister"); he figured it out &
insisted,m so I finally accepted his kindness.

We sat down & I ordered rhe littlesrt tyhing(prices) on the menu, that was a
meal I'd eat: a cjheewseburger, fries, & a coke.

He passed the menu back t me & pointed to the premium meals section & told me
that when I dine with him, I eat from THIS section of the menu.

So steak & potato, it was. . .  I enjoyed it, maybe as much as I'd've enjoyed
the burger. . . :D 

He dropped me off in Englehart, Ontario (up near the Hudson's Bay); the only
vbehiocles going by up that way were the rare rigs, but I stuck out my thumb,
gamely, & hoped for the best (it was -50C & I was dressed for BC's temperate
September (about 20C (70F)); quickly enough, I got as trucker took pioty on me,
& possibly saved my life, by directing me awat from y plan to stow awat on a
Montreal freighter to Europe to begin a new life of hitchhiking, hostels, & day
labour jobs; he pointed out howe on a freighter, I'm bound to get caughtm taken
to the captain, who's nt going to want to deal with me for the rest of the
voyage, feeding me, etc., so I'd likely receive 2 choices: become the
"Captain's Cabinboy" or become fish food.

This made snse to me, so I too his alternative suggestion of going to apply for
work at a new giant gold mine, heading back west from where I would've kept
going towards Montreal.

That led to another adventure. . .


 >   One place offered waffles you made on the waffle grill.
 >   The first time I had no idea how it operated and this teen-aged boy came
 > over and said you put the batter on then turn the handle and showed me.  I
 > felt so stupid.  But the next one I stayed at I knew what to do.

Everybody tried some thing first, once.

 >   I always took a small can of ground coffee with me.  I use a funnel like
 > device you put on top of the cup with a filter and coffee and pour water
 > into to make on cup of drip coffee.  I used the small packs they had at the
 > coffee maker then made more with my

I used those cones for YEARS to make all my coffees. A small one for single cup
use, & a large one for when I had company over & made a pot. I use a
Bodem(French Press) now, as I hated wastuing all t hat paper for filters (there
were  months my income dried up too early, & I'd rinse, dry, & reuse them!)

I like the bodemn better, as it's less labour intensivem, & makes for
astrionger cup of coffee for the same amount of grounds (tbsp of fine-ground
per 6oz mug)

bodems are a sttral at thrift stores, as they often don't know what it is, &
think it's a too tiny juice pitcher & price it accordingly ($1 or under); if I
like the place & know the manager, I might, after my purchase, point out what
it is & how they're $25-$60 depending on size, brand new, & that $5-$20 would
be a fair sellable pricing range); Yes, I'd donate some extra cash on top of
the $1 I paid, so I'm not showing as a total yutz!

I haven't seen any in some time, I think the higher end used stores are buying
them all up & putting on a chunky markup for their troubles. . .

I respect that go getter attitude, I'd be doing exactly the same if I had a
second hand store or flea market booth.

Just sitting on my arse never got me far.

Your friend,

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Cyberpope, Bishop of ROM
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