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Y'know those restaurants that you drive by on some road trip, and you think to yourself, "Argh, I wonder how is the food there?" (often assuming it's bad...) or "Seriously, does anybody eat there?" The places when even if you're starving after driving for hours (and skipping a meal to make better driving time), you think, "um...hellz no, I'm not eating there!"

These places are Double Dare Establishments. For the purposes of this blog I will make an effort to pull over and try some of these places and blog about them. Don't get me wrong I do have a genuine curiosity about these places, and I am looking forward to seeing what they have to offer.

It's weird though, I am a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to this, because if I saw a dodgy looking place in the GVRD I wouldn't think twice about trying it out. As many of those mom and pop places (in particular asian food joints) tend to look like crap, but serve the most amazing eats.
But when we are talking about dilapidated eateries in the middle of no-where's-ville, that often receive their main ingredients frozen once a week; it really is a different story. You would have to double dare me to go.
I know some of these DDEs will be unexpectedly tasty. Exciting!

Before y'all start fighting with me, keep in mind I use my term DDE as a descriptor of what the building or eating space looks like. It does not describe the food. Repeat, it does not describe my thoughts on the food. If the exterior/interior looks like it could benefit from an HGTV make-over, then I'm going to call it what it is: a DDE.
So before you hit send on that email written in ALL CAPS, please re-read the blog post with your favourite DDE in question, and ask yourself: Can this place use a fresh coat of paint? If so, then it's a DDE.

Now I'm not sayin' that the DDE is the height of questionable places to fill your belly. I am leaving room on the "dare" continuum. Didn't want to pull a Schwartz by breaching etiquette and going straight for the throat.

Ralphie as Adult: [narrating]
NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a "triple dare you"? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.

I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!


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