I intended to return home from Lynchburg today, but in light of the winter storm (and the wild range of snow totals) that was forecast for today I came home yesterday.
I hadn’t planned to cross Afton and return the way I came, but the clouds were fascinating and I expected an impressive view from Afton.
I was not disappointed. It was unearthly, with layered clouds, distant mountains in sunlight, closer mountains in shadow.
I stopped in Woodstock on my way home for lunch. I stopped here once before on one of the many trips to Lynchburg I’ve taken since October.
One of the nice things about self ordering kiosks, if you want to call it nice, is that the order gets my name right for once.
Of course it gets it right. I had to “type” it in.
The ordering kiosk is so slow. I don’t mean that it functions slowly. I mean, it’s inefficient in that every customer has to learn how to use it on their own, on the fly. A cashier, who is trained in how to place an order, would be more efficient.
I thought the Missing Taco Table was a lovely touch. Many tacos have been consumed in humanity’s long war against hunger pangs, and we honor their sacrifices. Never forget.
¡Viva Gorditas!