True story:
On a lark, my wife and I left early one Saturday morning for a small town rural weekend getaway one state over. No plans, just grabbed some cash and the credit card, hopped in the car and headed out. We drove several hours to a resort area, had lunch at a mediocre diner, and drove around the area exploring the roads and places, eventually looking for a hotel or motel. We weren't really thrilled with our options there either, but found a passable place to stay even though it was pretty crappy.
Darkness was falling, and we decided to find some dinner as we considered if we should stay at the crappy motel. The options for dinner looked no better than our not so great lunch options had been. Actually everything was closed or closing, except fast food in other areas miles away.My wife lamented about not having access to her favorite Thai joint back in the city, and I mentioned I had a taste for ribs. Well before long I told her with it getting dark and the roads getting empty, I could really hit it to get back to the city by 1:30 or 2:00a, and with one of our favorite rib joints seating and serving until 5:00a on weekends - we could be eating in just a few hours!
That was all it took! We were off, flying through the dark down the interstate at extra-hyper speeds, heading back to the city! We got back in the wee hours of the night with the city still buzzing, and thoroughly enjoyed our ribs while she kicked back a few glasses of wine, and we slept in our comfortable bed in the pleasant air-conditioned house we spent decades getting just the way we like it.
This was several years ago, and we haven't gone rural since. She's now planning a London trip to visit old friends.