Oh yeah!!!  On my ride today I stopped into Whistling Jacks Lodge on highway 410 heading to Mt. Rainier.  I like to stop there since I’m usually hungry by then.  But today I noticed all reference to the French had been removed.

French Fries = Lodge Fries

French Dip = American Dip

I can only think of one cataclysmical blunderous foolishness where that came from and, as it turns out, the French were right!  They managed to avoid a stupid war and at the same time avoided aligning themselves with the worst president in modern history.  And best of all… I’m not even sure they know what french fries are.  Wise, wise are the French.  I’m sure if WWIII breaks out they will have our back.  With or without the french fries.

My other guilty pleasure is French Toast.  After a few days camping in the mountains I like to go to Whistling Jacks for “Lodge Toast”?

Egad….