We arrived into Boise around 6:30pm as the sun was setting. Our hotel was on the river, but not really near anything. Eating options were limited and the hotel did not even have any semblance of a restaurant or food options. I looked on a map and saw Albertson's, the name of the grocery store I would frequent when I lived in Long Beach. I thought this would be a fine way to get some food for dinner and maybe a muffin or baked good for my breakfast before my early morning flight. I walked on a bike path along the river to get there. I'm sure during the day, or in particular when it is warmer, this is a very nice path with scenic views, but as it was nighttime, I couldn't see much.
As I continued my trek along the river trail, I felt that I should have been able to see the Albertson's already, so I checked the map on my phone and I should have indeed been right on top of it. Then the misfortune sunk in. This was not a grocery store, but rather the corporate headquarters of Albertson's. Another half mile down the road was Albertson's Stadium. And despite Boise being the headquarters of this grocery store chain, there wasn't a single location where one could actually buy food anywhere near me. Sadness.
Defeated, I retraced my steps on the path back to the hotel, where I bought a mediocre sweet-and-sour chicken microwave dinner from the limited options at the store in the lobby. Perhaps to be truly fair, I will have to visit Boise during the day, and also outside of this business park area of town. Departing Boise, I embarked on my longest flight to date from Boise all the way down to Houston.
We arrived into Boise around 6:30pm as the sun was setting. Our hotel was on the river, but not really near anything. Eating options were limited and the hotel did not even have any semblance of a restaurant or food options. I looked on a map and saw Albertson's, the name of the grocery store I would frequent when I lived in Long Beach. I thought this would be a fine way to get some food for dinner and maybe a muffin or baked good for my breakfast before my early morning flight. I walked on a bike path along the river to get there. I'm sure during the day, or in particular when it is warmer, this is a very nice path with scenic views, but as it was nighttime, I couldn't see much.
As I continued my trek along the river trail, I felt that I should have been able to see the Albertson's already, so I checked the map on my phone and I should have indeed been right on top of it. Then the misfortune sunk in. This was not a grocery store, but rather the corporate headquarters of Albertson's. Another half mile down the road was Albertson's Stadium. And despite Boise being the headquarters of this grocery store chain, there wasn't a single location where one could actually buy food anywhere near me. Sadness.
Defeated, I retraced my steps on the path back to the hotel, where I bought a mediocre sweet-and-sour chicken microwave dinner from the limited options at the store in the lobby. Perhaps to be truly fair, I will have to visit Boise during the day, and also outside of this business park area of town. Departing Boise, I embarked on my longest flight to date from Boise all the way down to Houston.