When I was in college, it was only about an hour and a half from home.
Parents would come visit every now and then, and of course we'd always
go out to eat, since I was living in the dorms.
And, of course, I'd take them to local favorite restaurants of mine.
Every single time I took my parents, either the food, service or other customers
sucked. EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!! We finally just started going to the local
Western Sizzlin' steak house.... it became a running joke with my Dad.