The word continental brought to mind so many things. He thought of Fred Astaire elegantly singing The Continental in the old black and white film The Gay Divorcee. He thought of jet setters dinning in Paris and Rome. The word made him think of sophisticated evenings drinking martinis in Manhattan or dancing the tango in Buenos Aires, but as he looked at the continental breakfast staring at him at the Best Western Motor Inn, the word suddenly lost much of its charm.