Happy Camper Bus
Roscoe’s House of Chicken ’n Waffles is the shitzzle!
Happy Camperbus 2008-04-24 03:22:10 UTC

The end of our first day of driving was coming to an end as we entered the City of Long Beach. It was purely coincidental, however not at all taken for granted (in fact I am sure that I was squealing in delight) that we happened to be a few mere miles from Roscoe’s, which happens to be only one of the best places to eat on Planet Earth. If there were actually a Restaurant at the end of the Universe, it should be Roscoe’s. Yeah, it’s that serious.
In my humble opinion, that is.

[editor’s note: look how happy I look with my mouth full of fried chicken, woo-eee!]

On our way back to the Bus we met our first interesting character. He was a very intoxicated, very ripe and very seasoned veteran of street-life in Long Beach. One of his eyes worked differently from the other. He stopped us to comment on the bus and to regale his time spent in a VW. Only, he couldn’t quite remember what year it was, ‘66, maybe? He told us to never, ever get rid of the bus, and/or that he would buy it right on the spot for $3,000.00. We told him, "Ah, man, we can’t sell the Bus, we’d be homeless". This admission prompted an immediate camaraderie, he replied, “Oh, I know what you mean, I mean, I don’t know anything. But I’ll tell you this, you don’t want to park around here. Security won’t getcha, but you WILL get a knockin’ on your window”.

We followed his sage advice and and went scouting otherwhere.