Remembering an all you can eat place ...

bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car
radio warned of "black ice" and we pulled off the highway into a Motel
6 somewhere close to the river.

The only other thing around besides trees was a giant gas station and
an all you can eat restaurant next door. From the number of big rigs
in the parking lot, it was obviously a truckstop too and we were lucky
to have got the last room available.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was pretty hungry, so the idea of
all you can eat really appealed - especially since I could pick and
choose what I wanted.

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that I
was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second thing,
at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not only one
of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an anorexic
waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

Nevertheless, our attention soon focused on a long, well stocked
display of food - with an amazing selection of cooked meats, stews,
pasta-meat dishes and fried foods on one side and chicken, fish,
coldcuts, cheeses, salads, cooked vegetables and desserts on the
other.

Normally, my wife and I eat a lot of fresh salads and can usually get
something close in restaurants when we travel (Britain excluded). But
we'd been staying with family and fresh salads were clearly not on the
menu - which is not all that surprising considering the season.

Unfortunately, neither were vegetables that hadn't been cooked to
death. So, even though we'd had lots of cooked peas and mashed
potatoes that were fine, we hadn't had a decent salad or eatable
vegetables in days.

We usually eat salad after our main course, but that night we started
out by loading our plates with green salads (pass on the under-ripe
tomatoes) and hoed in like undernourished guinea pigs.

Then we served ourselves some chicken and potatoes with even more
salad and, since I had done the driving, I also had some potato salad,
some pasta salad and some cheese (wouldn't want to waste away).

That course did it for my wife, but I was hungry for more (never could
say no) and got up for another helping when a huge - and I mean HUGE -
guy in overalls that must have been from Tent City tapped me on the
shoulder and said, "Guess you folks aren't from around here."

"Nope," I replied. "We live in New Zealand."

"That's OK," he said as if I'd just told him my horse had just died.
"We get all sorts."

"It's just that we couldn't help but notice that you've been doing all
your eating from this side of Food Island ... and, well ... we were
wondering if you knew that you can have anything you want from
anywhere you want."

Not knowing where this was leading, I mumbled something neutral like
"Oh ..."

"So I just want you folks to know," he said, pointing to the other
side of Food Island where the meat was, "the REAL food is over there."

After thanking him, I waited until he disappeared around the side of
the island with the REAL food and quickly loaded my plate with more
chicken, and salads. But we both passed on the desserts, which looked
pretty disgusting.

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Purposely NOT snipped........

That story is priceless! That's what I feel like here in Florida. In
California and Hawaii, all you get are fresh veggies and fresh ingredients.
Here in Florida, the restaurants are all buffets that have food cooked to
death. It's awful! I can absolutely relate to your tale. :~)

kili

kilikini said:

That story is priceless! That's what I feel like here in Florida. In
California and Hawaii, all you get are fresh veggies and fresh ingredients.
Here in Florida, the restaurants are all buffets that have food cooked to
death. It's awful! I can absolutely relate to your tale. :~)

yeah, I tot. agree

they seem to be very popular among the workers

On Sat, 23 Jun 2007 12:42:01 +1200, bob <[email hidden]>
wrote:
<snip>

Quoted message said:

"So I just want you folks to know," he said, pointing to the other
side of Food Island where the meat was, "the REAL food is over there."

He was trying to be helpful. People in the Midwest and south actually
talk to strangers.

Quoted message said:

After thanking him, I waited until he disappeared around the side of
the island with the REAL food and quickly loaded my plate with more
chicken, and salads.

Wow! I think you're making this up.

Quoted message said:

But we both passed on the desserts, which looked pretty disgusting.

No problem here. I'd just stick with the salads - chicken doesn't
even appeal at those things.

Quoted message said:

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

Which team?

Quoted message said:

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Very homey. Sounds like nice <over weight> people with no fashion
sense trying to point you to what they think is a decent meal. So
they're fat, so what.... they die a little earlier? Considering how
overpopulated this world is.... that's a minus?

If your only problem was visual, consider it a lesson learned. I
don't like to eat at buffets (even hotel/casino) and I don't think
they are a value in any sense of the word.

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On Fri, 22 Jun 2007 23:15:53 -0700, sf magnanimously proffered:

Quoted message said:

Very homey. Sounds like nice <over weight> people with no fashion
sense trying to point you to what they think is a decent meal. So
they're fat, so what.... they die a little earlier? Considering how
overpopulated this world is.... that's a minus?

You really must try to not take things so seriously. It's bad for the
digestion.

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"bob" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car
radio warned of "black ice" and we pulled off the highway into a Motel
6 somewhere close to the river.

The only other thing around besides trees was a giant gas station and
an all you can eat restaurant next door. From the number of big rigs
in the parking lot, it was obviously a truckstop too and we were lucky
to have got the last room available.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was pretty hungry, so the idea of
all you can eat really appealed - especially since I could pick and
choose what I wanted.

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that I
was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second thing,
at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not only one
of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an anorexic
waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

Nevertheless, our attention soon focused on a long, well stocked
display of food - with an amazing selection of cooked meats, stews,
pasta-meat dishes and fried foods on one side and chicken, fish,
coldcuts, cheeses, salads, cooked vegetables and desserts on the
other.

Normally, my wife and I eat a lot of fresh salads and can usually get
something close in restaurants when we travel (Britain excluded). But
we'd been staying with family and fresh salads were clearly not on the
menu - which is not all that surprising considering the season.

Unfortunately, neither were vegetables that hadn't been cooked to
death. So, even though we'd had lots of cooked peas and mashed
potatoes that were fine, we hadn't had a decent salad or eatable
vegetables in days.

We usually eat salad after our main course, but that night we started
out by loading our plates with green salads (pass on the under-ripe
tomatoes) and hoed in like undernourished guinea pigs.

Then we served ourselves some chicken and potatoes with even more
salad and, since I had done the driving, I also had some potato salad,
some pasta salad and some cheese (wouldn't want to waste away).

That course did it for my wife, but I was hungry for more (never could
say no) and got up for another helping when a huge - and I mean HUGE -
guy in overalls that must have been from Tent City tapped me on the
shoulder and said, "Guess you folks aren't from around here."

"Nope," I replied. "We live in New Zealand."

"That's OK," he said as if I'd just told him my horse had just died.
"We get all sorts."

"It's just that we couldn't help but notice that you've been doing all
your eating from this side of Food Island ... and, well ... we were
wondering if you knew that you can have anything you want from
anywhere you want."

Not knowing where this was leading, I mumbled something neutral like
"Oh ..."

"So I just want you folks to know," he said, pointing to the other
side of Food Island where the meat was, "the REAL food is over there."

After thanking him, I waited until he disappeared around the side of
the island with the REAL food and quickly loaded my plate with more
chicken, and salads. But we both passed on the desserts, which looked
pretty disgusting.

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Wonderful🙂)) Thank you for sharing🙂)

kilikini said:

bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car
radio warned of "black ice" and we pulled off the highway into a Motel
6 somewhere close to the river.

The only other thing around besides trees was a giant gas station and
an all you can eat restaurant next door. From the number of big rigs
in the parking lot, it was obviously a truckstop too and we were lucky
to have got the last room available.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was pretty hungry, so the idea of
all you can eat really appealed - especially since I could pick and
choose what I wanted.

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that I
was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second thing,
at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not only one
of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an anorexic
waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

Nevertheless, our attention soon focused on a long, well stocked
display of food - with an amazing selection of cooked meats, stews,
pasta-meat dishes and fried foods on one side and chicken, fish,
coldcuts, cheeses, salads, cooked vegetables and desserts on the
other.

Normally, my wife and I eat a lot of fresh salads and can usually get
something close in restaurants when we travel (Britain excluded). But
we'd been staying with family and fresh salads were clearly not on the
menu - which is not all that surprising considering the season.

Unfortunately, neither were vegetables that hadn't been cooked to
death. So, even though we'd had lots of cooked peas and mashed
potatoes that were fine, we hadn't had a decent salad or eatable
vegetables in days.

We usually eat salad after our main course, but that night we started
out by loading our plates with green salads (pass on the under-ripe
tomatoes) and hoed in like undernourished guinea pigs.

Then we served ourselves some chicken and potatoes with even more
salad and, since I had done the driving, I also had some potato salad,
some pasta salad and some cheese (wouldn't want to waste away).

That course did it for my wife, but I was hungry for more (never could
say no) and got up for another helping when a huge - and I mean HUGE -
guy in overalls that must have been from Tent City tapped me on the
shoulder and said, "Guess you folks aren't from around here."

"Nope," I replied. "We live in New Zealand."

"That's OK," he said as if I'd just told him my horse had just died.
"We get all sorts."

"It's just that we couldn't help but notice that you've been doing all
your eating from this side of Food Island ... and, well ... we were
wondering if you knew that you can have anything you want from
anywhere you want."

Not knowing where this was leading, I mumbled something neutral like
"Oh ..."

"So I just want you folks to know," he said, pointing to the other
side of Food Island where the meat was, "the REAL food is over there."

After thanking him, I waited until he disappeared around the side of
the island with the REAL food and quickly loaded my plate with more
chicken, and salads. But we both passed on the desserts, which looked
pretty disgusting.

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Purposely NOT snipped........

That story is priceless! That's what I feel like here in Florida. In
California and Hawaii, all you get are fresh veggies and fresh ingredients.
Here in Florida, the restaurants are all buffets that have food cooked to
death. It's awful! I can absolutely relate to your tale. :~)

kili

LOL Being one of those truckers I sympathize with you. I rarely eat
buffets at truck stops. Beside the fact that they are way overpriced
(for what you get) I have a problem with a food table that has some
300LB grease ball that hasn't bathed in a couple of weeks dragging his
ample gut down the buffet table whilst his ratty facial hair exudes
dandruff flakes & who knows what else.
Most T/S buffets are poorly tended to by the staff.......they put the
food out the appropriate time & return an hour or so later to stir the
sludge they call gravy. If you get there early enough its not to bad,
but wait till its been all picked through & its pretty gross.

"bob" <[email hidden]> wrote

Quoted message said:

The only other thing around besides trees was a giant gas station and
an all you can eat restaurant next door. From the number of big rigs
in the parking lot, it was obviously a truckstop too and we were lucky
to have got the last room available.

I might have seen the place you're talking about on tv. The place
I'm thinking of is ginormous, they even have a place where truckers
can pimp their big rigs. Funny.

Quoted message said:

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Funny stuff, but you have to give the guy credit for trying to help
out a total stranger.

nancy

"Roughrider50" <[email hidden]> wrote in message >

Quoted message said:

LOL Being one of those truckers I sympathize with you. I rarely eat
buffets at truck stops. Beside the fact that they are way overpriced
(for what you get) I have a problem with a food table that has some
300LB grease ball that hasn't bathed in a couple of weeks dragging his
ample gut down the buffet table whilst his ratty facial hair exudes
dandruff flakes & who knows what else.
Most T/S buffets are poorly tended to by the staff.......they put the
food out the appropriate time & return an hour or so later to stir the
sludge they call gravy. If you get there early enough its not to bad,
but wait till its been all picked through & its pretty gross.

ewwwwwwwwww. I will not eat any kind of buffet or open food bars.

<sf> wrote in message news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

He was trying to be helpful. People in the Midwest and south actually
talk to strangers.

we do too in FL

we also say grace and amen 😉

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bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car
radio warned of "black ice" and we pulled off the highway into a Motel
6 somewhere close to the river.

The only other thing around besides trees was a giant gas station and
an all you can eat restaurant next door. From the number of big rigs
in the parking lot, it was obviously a truckstop too and we were lucky
to have got the last room available.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was pretty hungry, so the idea of
all you can eat really appealed - especially since I could pick and
choose what I wanted.

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that I
was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second thing,
at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not only one
of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an anorexic
waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

Nevertheless, our attention soon focused on a long, well stocked
display of food - with an amazing selection of cooked meats, stews,
pasta-meat dishes and fried foods on one side and chicken, fish,
coldcuts, cheeses, salads, cooked vegetables and desserts on the
other.

Normally, my wife and I eat a lot of fresh salads and can usually get
something close in restaurants when we travel (Britain excluded). But
we'd been staying with family and fresh salads were clearly not on the
menu - which is not all that surprising considering the season.

Unfortunately, neither were vegetables that hadn't been cooked to
death. So, even though we'd had lots of cooked peas and mashed
potatoes that were fine, we hadn't had a decent salad or eatable
vegetables in days.

We usually eat salad after our main course, but that night we started
out by loading our plates with green salads (pass on the under-ripe
tomatoes) and hoed in like undernourished guinea pigs.

Then we served ourselves some chicken and potatoes with even more
salad and, since I had done the driving, I also had some potato salad,
some pasta salad and some cheese (wouldn't want to waste away).

That course did it for my wife, but I was hungry for more (never could
say no) and got up for another helping when a huge - and I mean HUGE -
guy in overalls that must have been from Tent City tapped me on the
shoulder and said, "Guess you folks aren't from around here."

"Nope," I replied. "We live in New Zealand."

"That's OK," he said as if I'd just told him my horse had just died.
"We get all sorts."

"It's just that we couldn't help but notice that you've been doing all
your eating from this side of Food Island ... and, well ... we were
wondering if you knew that you can have anything you want from
anywhere you want."

Not knowing where this was leading, I mumbled something neutral like
"Oh ..."

"So I just want you folks to know," he said, pointing to the other
side of Food Island where the meat was, "the REAL food is over there."

After thanking him, I waited until he disappeared around the side of
the island with the REAL food and quickly loaded my plate with more
chicken, and salads. But we both passed on the desserts, which looked
pretty disgusting.

On our way out, I noticed that my huge friend was sitting at booth
with other huge people, demolishing a plate heaped with what looked
like roast beef and mashed potatoes. Everyone, including the women,
wore baseball caps.

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Is everyone from New Zealand so small mindedly judgemental,
disgustingly petty, and
unappreciative of kind hearted neighborlyness? I for one am very
glad you live "way up there"... you very ignorant piece of [censored]...
doncha know that direction is relative. Moroon! But then again,
you're a "bob"... never met a bob yet wasn't a turd.

kilikini said:

bob said:

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that
I was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second
thing, at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not
only one of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an
anorexic waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

That story is priceless! That's what I feel like here in Florida. In
California and Hawaii, all you get are fresh veggies and fresh
ingredients. Here in Florida, the restaurants are all buffets that
have food cooked to death. It's awful! I can absolutely relate to
your tale. :~)

kili

Yeah, but you wear a baseball cap 😉

Jill

jmcquown said:

kilikini said:

bob said:

One of the first things I noticed when we entered the place is that
I was almost the only male not wearing a baseball cap. The second
thing, at nearly 6'3" and just under two hundred pounds, I was not
only one of the slimmest people around, but my wife looked like an
anorexic waif. It was like walking into a convention full of failed
weight-watchers.

That story is priceless! That's what I feel like here in Florida.
In California and Hawaii, all you get are fresh veggies and fresh
ingredients. Here in Florida, the restaurants are all buffets that
have food cooked to death. It's awful! I can absolutely relate to
your tale. :~)

kili

Yeah, but you wear a baseball cap 😉

Jill

Most of mine say "Hawaii" at least! :~)

kili

bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car

<snip>

Quoted message said:

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

"Up there in New Zealand"? I'll bet he thought it was a Canadian
provence or - ye gods! - part of New England.

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On Sat, 23 Jun 2007 06:39:03 -0700, Sheldon <[email hidden]>
magnanimously proffered:

Quoted message said:

On Jun 22, 8:42?pm, bob <[email hidden]> wrote:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

Is everyone from New Zealand so small mindedly judgemental,
disgustingly petty, and
unappreciative of kind hearted neighborlyness? I for one am very
glad you live "way up there"... you very ignorant piece of [censored]...
doncha know that direction is relative. Moroon! But then again,
you're a "bob"... never met a bob yet wasn't a turd.

And everybody knows what a generous, un-judgemental, magnanimous,
appreciative, kind hearted and wonderfully modest and knowledgeable,
individual you are, Sheldon.

BTW - the word is moron and New Zealand is not "way up there." Are you
sure you're not terribly overweight and wear a baseball cap that's far
too tight?

--

una cerveza mas por favor ...

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On 23 Jun 2007 16:02:24 GMT, Blinky the Shark <[email hidden]>
magnanimously proffered:

Quoted message said:

bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just before
we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on rental car

<snip>

Quoted message said:

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

"Up there in New Zealand"? I'll bet he thought it was a Canadian
provence or - ye gods! - part of New England.

Even though most Americans knew where New Zealand is located, a
surprising number of people we've met on our visits thought it was
somewhere off the coast of Canada and probably mixed it up with
Newfoundland and Greenland (New Greenland). Of course this was long
before the "Lord of the Rings" put NZ on the map, so to speak.

--

American by birth. New Zealander by choice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

bob said:

On 23 Jun 2007 16:02:24 GMT, Blinky the Shark <[email hidden]>
magnanimously proffered:

Quoted message said:

bob said:

In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just
before we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on
rental car

<snip>

Quoted message said:

"Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
there in New Zealand."

"Up there in New Zealand"? I'll bet he thought it was a Canadian
provence or - ye gods! - part of New England.

Even though most Americans knew where New Zealand is located, a

This was Virginia. All bets are off.

Quoted message said:

surprising number of people we've met on our visits thought it was
somewhere off the coast of Canada and probably mixed it up with
Newfoundland and Greenland (New Greenland). Of course this was long
before the "Lord of the Rings" put NZ on the map, so to speak.

Well, there's New Brunswick up there. When I wrote my last reply, I
wondered if that might be what they were cofusing NZ with.

I spent three weeks in 1084 shooting Kiwis. No, I mean for TVNZ. The
Los Angeles Olypmics. The net used ABC's even feeds, but provided no
local color -- backgound interviews with your athletes, trainers,
coaches and Sir Whatevers. I and one other cameraman (separately)
provided that for TVNZ, which at the time was, I believe, in Lower Hut.

They sent some of their producers and anchors and reporters (mostly
sports, but some news) and I traveled with them to various venues where
NZ was supposed to be competitive and did the color. The ones I
remember being of interest to NZ were boxing, equestrian, rowing and
fencing. I'm sure there were others, but those stick in my mind. We
also did, IIRC, a daily stand-up summary from our broadcast center. It
was a long time ago, but some names I worked with were Richard Long, Jim
Greenhough, Keith Quinn, and some guy whose specialty was field hockey,
whose name, IIRC, was Charley something. There were at least a
half-dozen or so more, but the names escape me. And the cases of real
NZ Steinlager they brought didn't last long.

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"bob" <[email hidden]> wrote

Quoted message said:

Even though most Americans knew where New Zealand is located, a
surprising number of people we've met on our visits thought it was
somewhere off the coast of Canada and probably mixed it up with
Newfoundland and Greenland (New Greenland). Of course this was long
before the "Lord of the Rings" put NZ on the map, so to speak.

For whatever reason I thought the guy had Nova Scotia in mind.

Could be wrong.

nancy

Blinky the Shark said:

bob said:

On 23 Jun 2007 16:02:24 GMT, Blinky the Shark <[email hidden]>
magnanimously proffered:

Quoted message said:

bob wrote:

> In January 1991, my wife and I were driving from Evansville, Indiana
> to Lexington, Kentucky when we got caught in a snow storm just
> before we could cross over the Ohio River. A bulletin we heard on
> rental car

<snip>

> "Now you take care and come back," he boomed across the room as we
> stood paying the bill. "Bet they don't have places like this way up
> there in New Zealand."

"Up there in New Zealand"? I'll bet he thought it was a Canadian
provence or - ye gods! - part of New England.

Even though most Americans knew where New Zealand is located, a

This was Virginia. All bets are off.

Quoted message said:

surprising number of people we've met on our visits thought it was
somewhere off the coast of Canada and probably mixed it up with
Newfoundland and Greenland (New Greenland). Of course this was long
before the "Lord of the Rings" put NZ on the map, so to speak.

Well, there's New Brunswick up there. When I wrote my last reply, I
wondered if that might be what they were cofusing NZ with.

I spent three weeks in 1084 shooting Kiwis. No, I mean for TVNZ. The

^^^^
1984, fer crissakes! Damn fins.

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Nancy Young said:

"bob" <[email hidden]> wrote

Quoted message said:

Even though most Americans knew where New Zealand is located, a
surprising number of people we've met on our visits thought it was
somewhere off the coast of Canada and probably mixed it up with
Newfoundland and Greenland (New Greenland). Of course this was long
before the "Lord of the Rings" put NZ on the map, so to speak.

For whatever reason I thought the guy had Nova Scotia in mind.

Could be wrong.

nancy

Merkins are generally very bad at geography. When I was in the
service,
my buddy was from Washington State, in the northwest corner of the US.
When I told her I was from RI, I got a blank look. Ditto for New
York, Boston,
and only a vague look of comprehension. So I said: I'm about 8 hours
north
of the capitol of the country.

maxine in ri