"Free breakfasts at hotels are overrated," I mentioned to Jason as we were driving through a small town in Vermont. A sign on the side of the road advertising a hotel boasted "free continental breakfast." We were on our way to a friend's wedding. The scenery was beautiful with the leaves burning bright as far as the eye could see.
That morning, we had left an Embassy Suites in Boston and eaten a dismal free breakfast. Chemical-tasting sausage, flaccid bacon, and weak coffee. That evening, we arrived in Vermont to stay at a Best Western. The man who was at the desk reached into a box behind him and handed us two lunch sacks. "Here are your continental breakfasts for the morning." I didn't look at Jason because I was afraid I would start giggling. We rushed to the room to check out our breakfast lunch sacks. "Plain cake donut". Soft, almost moldy orange. And an apple juice with a foil top. Needless to say, we went into town for breakfast!
