Oh gosh, nasty nasty nasty. This was another one of the bf's great idea. "Oh, you planned the whole trip. I only have two requests - poutine and orange julep." How could I turn him down?
Traffic was horrendous and we were happy to finally arrive under the giant orange ball. It looked like it belongs in LA. It didn't look particularly clean but that didn't deter the bf.
The verdict? The orange julep was more watery than he expected and the burger looked worse than McDonald's. The fries were soaked in oil. Eww.