Reno (911)

As promised, I want to tell you all about Reno. But I’ve gotta be honest, while Bev is rarely at a loss for words, Reno presents a unique situation where I absolutely cannot describe it. I highly recommend that you either never go, or that you do, just to see The Biggest Little City Most Bizarre City In The World.

If you’re ever looking for chips and ‘queso’ with a consistency more like cream cheese than melted cheese, and a margarita with that very distinct salty Pedialyte taste, head to Antojito’s in Reno. Michelin 3-star rated!

Or if you want to see (presumably human) poop in the street, head ‘downtown’ (I use that term very loosely). I’m not providing any more details on this, because I’d rather not vomit on my MacBook.

If you want to have a beer on a patio, there’s a great place for that on the ‘river’ (I also use that term loosely). You have to go in to the bar and get your own drinks though. Because why would a patio bar be a… patio bar in Reno?

I know that these small vignettes are really not painting a very good picture of Reno for you (I’m telling you, it’s literally indescribable), so I’ve come up with the best description that I can (and it’s not great). But here goes nothin’…

I’ve surmised that everyone in Reno looks like they have a cracked phone screen and drives an El Camino. Yes, I realize that it’s not possible that everyone in Reno has a cracked phone screen and drives an El Camino (even if that would be spectacular), but they just seem like those kind of people.

Just… don’t go to Reno. I don’t know, man.

-Bev

*I did not run into Deloris from Sister Act, which was an obvious disappointment.

(There seems to be a little discrepancy online as to how Delores is spelled in Sister Act. Normally a spelling Nazi, I kinda love this)