Throughout my travels, I have come to fall in love with the chain of Hard Rock Cafes. Something about the atmosphere, everyone's care-free attitudes and their rockability factors make them irresistible to me. When I travel, I try to stop into each and every Hard Rock I come across, whether it's just to look at merchandise, or have a bite. The first Hard Rock Cafe I ever went to was in Washington D.C. in 8th grade. I just remember being flabbergasted and amazing by all the memorabilia and the music they played. When I was eating, I distinctly remember Video Killed The Radio Star playing, and that song is one of my favorites because it embodies the first time experience I had at a Hard Rock. From that day on, I knew I wasn't just 'that weird kid who listens to classic rock'. Classic Rock is a big deal to me, it's well-known, and still thriving today. It's amazing that music from three decades ago is still popular and is just as amazing as back then. I always love it when I find another person who appreciates it as much as I do. Another fond memory of a Hard Rock was when I was in Europe in the summer of 2009 with my grandmother. She knew I loved Hard Rocks, but she also knew how overpriced they were, especially in tourist destinations, which is where they are mainly set. While we were in Amsterdam, Holland, I remember walking by the Heineken factory and asking everyone where the Hard Rock Cafe was. Some people spoke English, but being in Holland, I didn't expect people to speak anything other than Dutch. My grandma and I eventually found the infamous Hard Rock, and I ordered a Bacon Cheeseburger, and my grandmother sat outside and ordered a beer and smoked a cigarette. That was probably the best burger, EVER. I remember my grandmother having a whinge because the burger was around 15 Euro, which is about 20 US Dollars. (: Thanks Grammaaa(: Eventually we got to Venice, Italy, and I remember accidentally finding the Hard Rock Venice and I NEEDED to eat there, because it was only by luck and chance I had found it. Grandma wasn't having it though, but we went there anyways, and she was looking at the menu, and she couldn't stand it. She was like, you are not ordering another one of these expensive burgers, it's ridiculous. So I was upset, and to make things worse our waiter was somewhat of an Ogre, covered in long, black hair from head to toe, which made my grandma cringe. Needless to say, we left. I was heartbroken, but looking back I may have been a little over dramatic. The last time I went to a Hard Rock, was merely to run into a gift shop in Surfer's Paradise in the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia. I struck up a conversation with the woman behind the counter, and told her all about my fascination with Hard Rock cafes, and we talked for a good half an hour, while my ex sat in the car outside, waiting. XD WHOOPS.
I'm just in love with the idea of what Hard Rock brings to life, an open atmosphere where everything is okay, everyone is stress-free, and everything is going to be all right. The music rocks, the decor is bangin', and it's all about having a fun time.