Looking for a romantic place to meet or to take a date? We took out all the guesswork and provided you with a few spots from aroudn the country that are really smoking. These restarants and bars are the perfect mix of style and sophistication for the modern single guy or gal - check otu the list and tell us what you think in the comments!
Here they are - in no particular order:
China Grill - Miami, FL
Going west across South Dakota on I-90, you hit a major oasis of civilization nestled right beneath the storied Black Hills. That oasis is known as Rapid City.
The sun finally came out over Minneapolis/St. Paul today too. "Here comes the sun," as the Fab Four sang. #Richard H.
Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport may provide (weather permitting) the quickest entrance and exit to the Twin Cities. It also is the most drab: Chain fast food restaurants, gloomy parking ramps and TVs on which The Airport Channel drone constantly give it a utilitarian feel at best. The super-tight security needed in this post-9/11 day and age does nothing to help that. The drabness hangs over both terminals thicker than the smell of jet fuel.
Minneapolis/St. Paul once had a sprawling streetcar system akin to what you could find in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Melbourne ("tram" in Aussie parlance) and other big cities. Unfortunately in the 1950s, the system was dismantled with public transit switching 100 percent to bus. Why? In a word, greed.
I love to ride the light rail transit Hiawatha Line into and out of Minneapolis/St. Paul International as a lark. Why? Because the line dives deep underneath the sprawling complex of runways and serves one of the two terminals (Lindbergh Terminal) in a station fit for a New York City subway. Every time I ride between Lindbergh and the adjacent Humphrey Terminal, I am always in the company of people going to and from those friendly skies above.
Jason M.'s article Six amazing waterfalls to see around the world brought another to my mind.
If you head west across the northeast corner of South Dakota on U.S. Highway 12, a large city rises from the prairie 96 miles out of Milbank, SD. That city is known as Aberdeen. Aberdeen? Why that? It came about thanks to the president of a railroad -Alexander Mitchell, head of the Milwaukee Road- having been born there. When the town was platted next to the Milwaukee's tracks, it was named after his home town.
In my opinion, most of the dating advice floating around out on the World Wide Web fails to factor in how some men out there suffer from emotional wounds caused by traumas far more severe than breakups, being cheated on, and all that petty stuff.
What sort of wounds? Well, let me put it to you this way:
