This weekend was romance time in Daly-ville. Our anniversary is November 16, so we high-tailed up to Long Grove, IL, for a leisurely weekend of sleeping, swimming, eating, and avoiding the quaint shoppes.
For some reason, even though Long Grove is a hopelessly cheesy tourist trap, there is nary a place to stay in town. No hotels. No beds-and-breakfasts. No youth hostels. Nothing. So we book a room for two nights at the Wyndham Hotel in Buffalo Grove, a nearby burg.
Eamon, casanova that he is, springs for the Romance Package -- which includes a king-sized room with cathedral ceilings, a bottle of champagne, chocoloate-covered strawberries, and complimentary breakfast to accompany the "morning after." And all for the budget-friendly price of $10!
Reality was a whole different magilla. The champagne? A bottle of Cook's. We shared our complimentary breakfast -- a buffet in the dining room -- with members of a girls' ice hockey team. But the best part was the chocolates.
As is well known to all who know me, I will eat virtually anything coated in chocolate. Pencil erasers? Broken glass? Mmmmm, I say. Bring it on.
In lieu of chocolate-covered strawberries, the good folks at the Wyndham supplied a plate of dubious treats covered in Saran wrap. A few, small, underripe berries (naked as the day is long) accompanied by the stalest chocolate coating I've ever encountered, wrapped around neon-bright fillings of orange, magenta and green. They were ghastly.
I only ate three.
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