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Sushi Dake and the Donut Prince Part 2: Live from Beautiful Downtown Burbank

We landed in LA, then made our way to Avis, where we had reserved a car.  After stopping off at a Von's to buy some snacks and water, we set off for our hotel.  I had reserved a couple of rooms at the Holiday Inn Burbank.  It seemed like a logical place - close enough to Dodger Stadium, and close to Hollywood, and in a decent neighborhood.  Burbank seems to get a bit of a bad rap, though.  After all, with a name like that, it's a given that it won't be the most exciting place.  Sounds pretty boring.  So I wasn't expecting all that much.

After a rough landing, and a drive from the airport that took us through some pretty dicey neighborhoods, as well as our first experience in LA traffic, it was a comfort to come upon the Holiday Inn.  There it was, two beautiful re-launched buildings, just waiting to welcome us.  We checked in, and went up to our rooms on the 15th floor, then went to look for a bite to eat.



Luckily, we were given a recommendation for a pub/grill across the street.  We had a nice meal of sandwiches and garlic fries (enough garlic to kill off any lingering Utah germs), at a handy 10% discount for hotel guests.

I decided that I really did like Burbank.  It's a little more upscale, has a lot of shopping and dining, and is right up against the mountains.  What wouldn't a girl from the Wasatch Front love about that?  And after my encounter with the Air Marshall/Flight Attendant, much more relaxing.

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