|
05-22-2007, 03:49 PM
|
#1
|
|
Evil Chris
is drinking Heineken
Clone of myself
Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: Montreal
Posts: 12,988
xBucks: 479,362
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cyndalie
Mostly in the hotel. Namely Breakfast. Everything tasted a little bit 'off'.
The smokes, were Canadian versions of American cigs that tasted about 3 weeks stale.
|
The hotel breakfast I can't comment on but I'm sure it's an isolated thing. I have been around and can honestly say that Canadian cuisine holds it's own. It's ok.
As for the cigs... well bear in mind that even the US brand smokes are made in Canada by Imperial Tobacco. Kinda like how Budweiser is brewed up north here by Molson (which mades it better than your own) LOL |
|
|
|
05-23-2007, 09:43 AM
|
#2
|
|
12clicks
should edit this
Senior Member
Join Date: Aug 2002
Posts: 298
xBucks: 6,035
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil Chris
The hotel breakfast I can't comment on but I'm sure it's an isolated thing. I have been around and can honestly say that Canadian cuisine holds it's own. It's ok.
|
bullshit.
I've never, ever had a good breakfast in canada.
And dinner at Bymark was good, not great.
__________________
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
|
|
|
|
|
05-23-2007, 10:27 AM
|
#3
|
|
Evil Chris
is drinking Heineken
Clone of myself
Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: Montreal
Posts: 12,988
xBucks: 479,362
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by 12clicks
bullshit.
I've never, ever had a good breakfast in canada.
|
Hold on... I suppose you are a big fan of the breakfast buffet at any given Howard Johnson's? |
|
|
|
|
05-23-2007, 10:34 AM
|
#4
|
|
Cyndalie
is not it.
Marketing Director / SEO
Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: Philadelphia
Posts: 2,334
xBucks: 88,954
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil Chris
Hold on... I suppose you are a big fan of the breakfast buffet at any given Howard Johnson's?
|
it's IHOP, get it right
__________________
Hardcore, Blowjobs, Gay, Wives, Lesbians, Gangbang, Movies, Tranny, Interracial, Teen....
16 Sites, $35 PPS/ 60% Revshare :: Capitalize on Experience
Cyndee - Director of Marketing & SEO |
|
|
|
|
05-23-2007, 12:04 PM
|
#5
|
|
12clicks
should edit this
Senior Member
Join Date: Aug 2002
Posts: 298
xBucks: 6,035
|
Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil Chris
Hold on... I suppose you are a big fan of the breakfast buffet at any given Howard Johnson's?
|
uh, no. what I am NOT a fan of is under cooked sausage that has no taste, over cooked bacon with an odd taste, and canadian bacon swimming in water.
to be fair, the omlette was excellent.
__________________
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
|
|
|
|
Posting Rules
|
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts
HTML code is On
|
|
|
|
|
Hybrid Mode