Yeah, I said it, a SALAD.
I was traveling to Minnesota on a girl's vacation with Lanette and Denise to attend an adult skate camp. It was pretty dash-dash-dash as we were all wrapping up a day at work to take an evening flight up to the Twin Cities.
No time for dinner and it was a full flight for a short trip, so no free pretzels or peanuts.
The moment we landed we saw that we were in a minority in our hotel, as it was packed with teenage hockey boys who had the nerve to be afraid of us. Since this trip was an athletic endeavor, we wanted something healthier and a bit more sophisticated than fighting for a table at the burger restaurant in the shared parking lot.
A quick search for the best restaurants in the area yielded Cooper's Pub. I saw the niçoise salad and had to try it. Spinach, tuna tartare, hard-boiled egg, tomatoes, capers, olives, and chilled French green beans with a simple lemon vinaigrette. I was satisfied, full but not stuffed.
We had drinks and enjoyed our night out watching the Tigers play the Twins before training diligently for the next three days. In a case of missed opportunity, we resisted the gourmet donuts at the local grocery store, which I suspect would have resulted in the Best Donut I Ever Ate.
Such is the sacrifice of an adult athlete.
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