Logan

Logan is a funny town. It seems to be a pretty good size, but it definitely has a small-town mentality. We were on 7th south talking to someone, and she asked where Rebekah was staying. Rebekah replied that she was at the Hampton Inn, and the girl responded "All the way on the other side of town!?"

Um, no. The one by the Chili's.

"All the way on the other side of town?!"

Well, I suppose. Technically, out of town, in North Logan. But really. It only takes seven minutes to get there. But it was really funny.

Also, Logan has tons of restaurants. Tons of 'em. Everywhere. And they're all empty! We went to Ruby Tuesday (motto: Everything Served With a Side of Broccoli!) and it was pretty empty. Perhaps because they think that "medium rare" means "make sure it's still cold in the middle." But I digress.

The next day, we got sandwiches at lunch. Again, half full. That night, Chili's. Packed at 6:00, right? Nope. Half full. Next day: Subway. Empty. That night, Olive Garden. No wait.

Next lunch? Cafe Rio (way on the other side of town!). Now, Cafe Rio is always, always packed in Salt Lake. Some times you're lucky to get in the building. The line snakes around like you're waiting for Splash Mountain or something. In Logan? No wait. No line. That night we got Thai food, and we only saw two other full tables.

Where do all the people in Logan eat? At home? Then why are there so many restaurants? How do they all stay in business?

It's a mystery.