Long Amtrak Train Trip Starting 26 August!

This convenience store was next to my hotel and I went there the next morning--a bright morning around 9 AM--to get some supplies for the 19 hour train to Chicago but saw three guys with their pit bulls in very threatening way. I left there after less than 2 minutes. The poor little immigrant cashier looked at me meekly.

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August 27, 12:09 AM: Finally my dinner. This was close to my hotel. Two filling slicing of pizza for $6 total plus tip. Wife criticized me for eating pizza from some Indian restaurant as she said get from some Italian place. I didn't care: This was cheaper pizza unlike some fancy, busy 'Tripadvisor' recommended for much pricier nearby. And this pizza was good. Took it to my room, figured out the AC, and at them slices with both hands!!

GPS: https://maps.app.goo.gl/TyygN94SMRsHs76B6

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The next morning (27 August): 9:15 AM: Close to the hotel. I thought I'd find another convenience store to get the supplies for the long haul (19 hours) to Chicago and then the 50+ hours to Sacramento area. Didn't see any conv. store and I didn't want to venture far.
GPS: https://maps.app.goo.gl/gppVohQ3zY4uABrw8

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Still just outside the Penn Station; I had several hours to kill before taking the Lakeshore Limited to Chicago. But I didn't want to venture far from the Penn Station. I thought let's get some smoothie or milkshake for breakfast/brunch. Approached this food stall in the center and had some experience! I asked him how much was a smoothie? He said $13. I would have paid that but wanted to ensure I would be getting freshly squeezed juices: I wanted banana and mango one. I didn't want him to take some can of puree of mango and to do that. So I asked him 'Are you going to have mango squeezed' (something like that). He erupted in his immigrant (probably Italian) accent: "What kind of question is that? I have never heard anyone ask that before!". I asked 'I mean are you really going to peel some mango and cut it up and put in blander'. He yelled back "Yes, of course!". Then he was ranting loudly. I just turned my face away and said 'Thank you!' and quickly walked away. I am sure he was cursing me badly! He had no customers then--none whatsoever! Told wife this and she said it sounds like some 'Seinfeld' thingy happened to me in NYC! LOL!

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