Took this picture as we waited at the border. 
"Life is a highway, I'm gonna ride it all night long... "We were on a mission to find a Denny's down in Bellingham so we could try grits for breakfast. I had no idea what grits were, but apparently they're a breakfast staple served on many American tables. I didn't know if I'm suppose to chew the grits or swallow them, but I definitely didn't like them plain. Barb flavoured her dish of grits with loads of butter, salt and pepper and some white gravy and declared them to be quite tasty (I thought otherwise), while I loaded up mine with lots and lots of maple syrup. It was slightly more tolerable with the syrup, but I still couldn't make up my mind about them. My verdict: I found them annoying to eat. Yes, annoying. The grains kept getting caught in between my teeth and I was still finding grits in between my back molars and chewing on them several hours later.
The large plate of white stuff is called grits. Mary seems to like it. I don't. Dinner was at Bob's Burger and Brew, on the suggestion of a friend of a friend, who was peeing her pants in excitement when we texted her that we had entered the establishment. I have to admit, the burgers were pretty good, but holy smokes, do they pile on the fries!
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