Goodbye San Diego. Goodbye CA. Goodbye west coast. The trip was full of more joy and connection than we could have ever hoped for. Hugs to all of our family and friends who touched us along the way. MWAH until we see each other again. In the meantime, we have some mighty fine wine to toast the memories.
Last hurrah. We decided we hadn’t gotten our full of Mexican food. Ortega’s on University Ave in San Diego major fit the bill. Happy hour hibiscus mezcal margaritas, table side guac and perfectly flavored enchiladas with mole sauce. Big time cheers!
We absolutely loved the bonsai garden at the Safari Park.
Things I am dying to eat when my tonsillectomy wounds have healed and my jaw works again:
a chicken mole burrito so large that I heft it in my hands and feel the full weight of the gluttonous sin I am about to commit, packed with guac and drenched in salsa hotter than the fires of hell itself. chips too please, thick af
an entire pizza absolutely covered in crispy pepperoni, crust slightly burnt and full of bubbles, and all the ranch I can ever want to dip it in. garlic knots too oh yes.
a goat cheese burger from my favorite place (extra cheese please) with their house spicy ketchup and an whole order of their ridiculous truffle fries with sauce
Name of the Girl I'm Dating (Ike's Sandwiches) on dutch crunch with extra dirty sauce - this one is 900 miles away but I'm visiting my husband's family in late July and they have an Ike's there now! I'm getting one every fucking day.