Food
Food
Maybe I don't understand business and I can understand being closed during the slow seasons as they do in Santa Cruz during the winter. But when the hotel promotes an event, selling hundreds of rooms not normally occupied during that time, wouldn't a business person see that as an opportunity?
Back to my rant about the non restaurants. I figured out why it bothers me so much that four of the five restaurants are closed when I want to eat. I am on PST. By the time I get up, adjusted to the day light, beautified my face, etc, it is 9am Pacific time. Noon EST, and by then the restaurants are closed. I still am plenty miffed about it because late Wednesday night I ordered room service at 11:30pm and ate half my meal. The next day, the restaurants being closed, I ate the rest of my meal which was a salad. The toe mat toes were kinda wishie and soggy so I only ate one.
Later that afternoon, I bribed Col Billie with a lunch at Legends for a ride to the airport the next day. John ate with us and we were having a great time. I ordered the fish and chips, (highly recommend it) substituting a baked poe ta toe for fries. With it came a nice spicy red sauce that had a good bite to it. My stomach felt a little queasy so half went back to the refrigerator in the room.
During the finals of The Lions demolition of the one pocket finals, the stomach was barking at me. Back to the room without finishing the finals, (Alex, you were frigging awesum) and straight to the porcelain bus. I spent the night until six or seven dry heaving.
The only plus about this was, this night I kept John up all night with my motorcycle running instead of the opposite.
Anyway, I still have a queazy stomach three days later.
I did get the discounted room but unless they do something about the food situation, I'm staying home and watching the one pocket on the feed.
I have to say this about Steve, he found me every time I walked into the tournament area. I walk in, Hi Bill, and there he was, camera in hand.
I will never play with those fake pool balls again the rest of my life. Translucent cue ball? Whose bright idea was that? Trying to safe a ball by barely nicking it was nearly impossible.
Anyway, I go to see the worlds best one pocket players and I saw them. Alex, you da man.