Sunday, September 13, 2009

Salt Lake City on a Monday Night...or why we stuck out like a sore thumb!

We rolled into Salt Lake City around 7pm on Monday night. After checking into our hotel we went on a search to find dinner. As we cruised the strip by our house we realized that #1: 90% of all the businesses were shut down for the night and #2: that our hotel was in a semi-seedy part of town. (Seedy for Salt Lake that is: read--as in nowhere as seedy as it can get around here!)

We mulled over our decisions and pulled into a Wendy's. As we disembarked from our vehicle we realized that ours was the only car in the parking lot. The girls at the counter gave us a really strange look as we burst through the restaurant doors (as only Baker's can.) They seemed to view us with a strange mix of aversion and fascination as we ordered then ate our food. We felt a bit strange being the only people in the restaurant. Eventually a solitary homeless guy showed up and munched on his burgers. But, nope, they were only giving us the strange looks.

I wondered about this for a couple of weeks when Cindy Roderick pointed out the obvious: Monday night is family night in Mormon-dom. In other words: we obviously were wayyy out of place gentiles. Oops!!

After our dinner we went to the pool--a nasty, slimy disappointment with black floaties in it. Once again, our family successfully drove off a crowd full of people at the pool by our mere presence. Noisy swimming Californians! Urgh.

The next morning at breakfast the kids plowed through the hotel's breakfast bar like no other. (Once again driving off other people due to the large size of our family and the teeeeny weeenie dining area.) As I checked out I noticed the desk clerk (who was also in charge of the food supplies) had the nastiest nails. Brown with chunks of dirt and who knows what in them. (My stomach started to churn when I saw them.) He was also pre-occupied by his cell phone and royally irritated by the fact that he was employed. Thankfully none of us got sick from breakfast. Salt Lake was so much fun! (not)

(I don't recommend the La Quinta in Midvale in case you're wondering.)

--laurel

4 comments:

Frances Williams said...

ha, nasty!! and just so you know...hotels in seedy areas...also a must on a Baker roadtrip(-:

Anonymous said...

Ha Ha - Next time you must ask first where to go. I laughed. I am a CA native and you wouldn't believe the percentage of California transplants that live in Utah.
Also, it is true Family Night is Monday night but that does not mean staying home - Must have just been Midvale. Believe me we like to eat out on a Monday night. That pool sounds really nasty.
Yeah next time ask first.
BTW you missed Temple Square which is awesome as are other sites in Downtown SLC!!


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Billy and Laurel said...

You're right...I should ask next time! We wanted to go down to Temple Square but we left before 7am to beat the traffic. The road was long before us and the kids were behaving--ya gotta strike while the iron is hot! We did spy it amongst the other buildings as we sped through downtown.

--laurel

Heidi said...

Oh man... You almost lost me when you were describing the guy's fingernails.

Ewwwww....