Last weekend, we went on a little vacation in search of answers to the question. The question that drives us. You know the question.
Does Frankenmuth, Michigan, really have “the world’s best fried chicken?” They say they do.
We had heard that this place was a quaint little vacation spot in Michigan. A poor man’s Bellagio. Only with an old-country Bavarian (that’s in Germany, not Transylvania, I learned) theme. And with kids games instead of gambling tables. And large German grandmas from the 1964 Olympics wrestling team instead of chorus line dancers. And of course, “the world’s best fried chicken.”
So we went. Like you could resist.
The kids got a little confused with all the Chinese New Year decorations amidst lederhosen and suspenders action.
It didn’t take Amy long to find the Hello Kitty niche, unsurprisingly. But like usual, she’d seen it all before.
The kids got drunk on chocolate milk and cupcakes and trashed the room like Nick Jr rock stars. If you look carefully, you will see a piece of my — I mean, my son’s Millennium Falcon toy in the bottom middle of the picture.
Welcome to the shameless world of personal blogging, son. Your first bathroom mirror shot! Huzzah!
The kids spent half of their time in the gaming arcade winning tickets for dollar store prizes. When I put a twenty dollar bill in the token machine, it really started feeling like vacation. When I put two more twenties in, it was like Christmas vacation and student loan check day at the same time!! (Amy commented that our room only cost twice what I spent in the arcade.)
Ooseung was pretty good at the hammer smashing games. Sun Su went all Rain Man on a frog shooting game and cranked out the tickets again and again. I was so proud.
The kids spent the other half of their time in the pool. Amy went in for a while too. I never did. It just seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Get wet, get out, get cold, dry off, change your clothes again, blah. I got a few pages – paragraphs – done in my board review book. The rest of the time I was wondering if I should have left a note for would-be robbers to please not steal the hard drive on my Xbox. There are hundreds of hours of saved games on that thing. Still waters run deep.
After two nights there, we drove back home. Oh, the fried chicken was actually about as good as fried chicken can be. Sorry, no food pics. I’m about as fond of pictures of food as I am of pictures of midgets. Trust me though, it totally looked like fried chicken. Tasted like it too.
All in all, it was a nice relaxing little escape. The kids had a ton of fun for such a limited venue, so it was worth it. We may head back some time. There’s going to be a Tea with Hello Kitty day next month in fact.
It was nice to be home again. Familiar bed. Familiar leather chair. Familiar Xbox. The kids went back to tormenting each other’s misery as well.
I thought I was the only one who would take a picture in a bathroom. Though mine never have people in them.