Well, not really ‘-isms’ and not necessarily only in California, but especially (meaning only) pertaining to roads and food, the only two things that really affect my life at the moment.
The roads and signs – crazy. Signs in weird places or behind trees are standard fare. In fact there are several places I can think of that actually have a sign to turn for a particular road ON the exit for the road, giving you zero chance to read it in time. Other interesting road and sign traits:
- Not unusual for two streets with almost the same name to intersect.
- The designation of “expressway” is meaningless. Roads designated as expressways have traffic lights, intersections, retail stores and maybe exits to get on or off.
- Speaking of exits, it is not unusual for an exit to lead you to another road with exits, but you won’t know this until you’re on that road and really probably won’t know until you missed your turn.
Yes, driving has been fun here in CA.
In other news, I had some interesting fast food over the weekend. I started out with In-and-Out burger. I had this once before back in April and the results where the same. Good burger, OK fries. I opted for the strawberry shake and I’m sorry to say it was gross. I had to throw it away.
OK, here’s the big news. Many people are aware of my dislike for hot dogs, yet I actually ate at a Wienerschnitzel and it was pretty good. Of course, I didn’t eat any hot dogs. As I expected, they had a pretty full selection of non-hot-dog related food. Who eats hot dogs, anyway?
Finally on food front, as native New Yorker, I had to try Noah’s New York Bagels. The verdict? I miss NY bagels.
In other news, My car arrived! I am no longer held captive by the rental car companies.
Yes, you heard me. I also went to the Kwik-E-Mart in Mountain View. If you haven’t heard, several 7-elevens have been transformed into Kwik-E-Marts as a promotional stunt for the new Simpsons Movie. I have box of Krusty O’s on top of my cube. Too bad they don’t sell Duff Beer.
1 thought on “More California-isms”
The drivers there are crazy but also extremely polite. They’ll let New Yorkers cut them off and never get angry about it. They’ll be like, “Oh, sorry for driving so slow! Go ahead and pass me!”
Hope you are enjoying the wild west, Tom. I bet your family is disappointed there are no pink donuts at home on the fourth Tuesday of every morning.