It all started in my 1999 black Pontiac. I circled around the city of St. Paul to pick up all of my friends. By the time I picked up my last passenger, @butterbelieveitbud, it was 10:45 and we were ready to rock and roll. Our first somewhat exciting stop was the Minnesota State Fair. I had never been to such a place and man, was I excited. @rodcentpetercloth was talking about these supposedly amazing cookies called Sweet Martha’s (what kind of name is that? And who is Martha?) After a short car ride, come to find out, the State Fair is closed for the season. I cannot believe I drove around the city to get these life-changing cookies and they are gone. I don’t know who to blame this tragedy on. While I could have looked at my passengers and started screaming at them for being so dumb, I was incredibly hungry.
The consensus on where to eat was Black Coffee Waffle Bar, which @eutielornandez thought was a good idea. This place sounded okay and yeah, waffles are pretty good but sushi would be WAY better. After about a ten-minute car ride, we were at the restaurant. First off, the parking was AWFUL. It felt like hours after we actually found a spot that wasn’t miles away. Second, we were all cranky and in a bad mood because of the state fair incident, and Edald refused to talk to anybody. We wanted those stupid cookies and now we are all stuck at a waffle bar where, if you’re wondering, does not actually put alcohol in the waffles itself. After being bummed out about the fact that I will not be getting a vodka infused waffle, I decided to get one topped with apples and caramel. The waffle was warm and the whipped cream was a perfect topping, so I will admit that yes, it was a semi-decent waffle but it would have been a million times better with an added shot.
After filling up at Black Coffee Waffle Bar, we started heading towards the Mall of America. Being a St. Paul native, the Mall of America is stupid. A huge mall? With the same stores on every level? Might as well have stayed at home. Being that I am an international corporate nurse, I obviously can buy my way throughout the store but what I actually, truly enjoy, is the over-hyped amusement park. Disney characters? Absolutely. Crazy parents? Love it. Screaming kids? That means more children for me to cuss at. This was by far the best part of our hopeless road trip and I really hope we get to go back…one day.