What’d they do? Rent you a car whose engine blew up while you were in it?
I think I have an endless list of “never again” restaurants due to the fact that I am always trying to find those hidden gem places. Once in a while you stumble across the tiny unknown place that has awesome food and service and it becomes your secret dining place. More often than not though they are disgusting little holes that sit empty for a reason and I can count the days before they end up shutting their doors.
Nah, just extraordinarily poor customer service.
Well, there was this one bar in DC that specialized in large bottles of Belgian brew and tasty Belgian food; a friend and I ran up a $150 bar tab and took home several trophy bottles one night. Good times.
It closed down and was replaced with a faux-Irish sports bar (the kind that has two initials and a surname). So technically I can’t ever set foot in that exact bar again, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to patronize its replacement.
STL. I promised that I wasn’t even going to step foot into the city again, let alone darken the doors of the school I attended there, and it’s a promise I’ve kept for nearly 20 years.
The sky is blue, grass is green, and I will never go back to STL.
Detroit, MI. Egads what a crap hole. I will leave open the option of driving through it if I am going to Windsor. Windsor was nice.
In fairness, it is two of the above: it is a republic, and you can’t deny that it’s China.
I already understand your frustrations without you having to go into detail. I have a serious love/hate relationship with the place too - but I keep on going back. All I’ll say is, it’s a huge huge country, nearly the size of the US, and it would be a shame to condemn somewhere that big on the basis of a necessarily limited experience. There is so much more to see, much of it is astonishing, and there are many very good people there, despite the asshole mobs I’m guessing you encountered.
Sorry you guys had a bad experience, I love Vegas.
The heat is wonderful. I live near Chicago; spend a lot of time near Atlanta (work). To me, 80 F in either of these two cities is about 15 times worse than 110 F in Vegas. It’s the humidity. I don’t mind heat one bit if it’s dry.
/go-go chemical engineering degree and relevant evaporation rates and heat transfer.
Plus I’m a decent gambler and a professional drinker so Vegas is like sexy fun park with beautiful women, lots of free alcohol and some really neat surrounding scenery.
Ah, well, I can take a little control over my situation. My original plan was to wear open-toed sandals. But since I have an irrational fear of having my toes nibbled on by tiny rodents, I might just invest in a pair of steel-toed boots.
San Pedro Sula, Honduras.
At least get the name right if you’re gonna bash a country: People’s Republic of China" or “PRC”
I’m with ya. In the olden days, when I lived in Southern California, Vegas is where I went when I was simply bored. Heat? Who cares? Relax in the pool, and have the cocktail waitress bring you some cold gin. After the pool, wash your hair, play blackjack in an air-conditioned room and have the cocktail waitress bring you some cold gin. It’s not like I go to Vegas to run a marathon. Plus you’re right, the lack of humidity makes a huge difference. I’ll take 110 in Vegas over a humid 85 in the Land o’ Lakes any day.
Now, see, I love the Philadelphia Airport. I don’t so much mind the frenetic, shoving rudeness of the place, or the unapologetic filth. No, despite all that it’s somehow comforting to to go back to a place where the molded plastic chairs and the rickety baggage carousels are the exact same ones I remember from when I was six years old – almost 50 years ago! 
I was once in Vegas when the thermometer hit 121, and though I was just a kid in my early 20’s it was still physically brutal (today, I dont know if I could handle it)----That said, I would take the dry desert heat of Las Vegas/Phoenix in the 100s-110s ANYDAY over a Houston/New Orleans temp of high 80’s-90s…
The high heat-high humidity combo has always been a deal breaker for me, and I find it seems worse the older I get.
I got a lifetime’s dose of Malawi in one day. One of the densest seas of human poverty.
Maine. I believe there’s less genetic diversity there than can be found in paramecium. It’s inhabitants make Appalachia look like Oxford University.
Plus, all the vampires and evil alien body snatchers live there. If Steven King weren’t around to warn us about the place, it would have more unwitting inhabitant victims!
Turkey. The street vendors and shop owners were so aggressively trying to make sales that it was impossible to just walk the streets without being bothered for even a minute. Never again.
What’s wrong with selling puppies? 
As long as they’re not being mistreated, they’ve got clean litter, are fed properly, and get to run around after the store has closed, I completely fail to see the problem.
Nearly every single pet store I’ve ever been in sells puppies, with the aforementioned provisos.
Because there’s a 99% chance those dogs came from puppy mills, where the females are bred every cycle from the time they are six months old until they can no longer produce litters, and then killed. They live in tiny cramped cages, usually mulitple dogs to a cage, and are given just enough food and water to stay alive. They are never socialized, never see the outside, never groomed, usually never vetted … basically they are prisoners who pump out puppies for money. Pure profit machines. The pups are pulled from their mothers very early - typically at four weeks - and very often are rife with genetic disorders and preventable diseases/conditions.