Then again, the "full experience" probably actually happened on our way into the place, as we were stuck behind perhaps the oldest man I have ever seen in real life teetering on a walker with two other slightly less old people who may have been his children in some sort of diner foyer gridlock. It did give me plenty of time to admire the vast array of Harry's paraphernalia and random tchotchkes, though, so not a total loss.
After breakfast (eggs benedict for me, french toast for Noah), we headed to the beach. Where you can see these guys:
After I had thoroughly ogled the seals and picked out all of the ones I wanted to keep in my bathtub as pets, we bopped around La Jolla, poked in little shops, and I tried on a floppy hat that I did not purchase. Because they wanted my first-born child and also three non-essential extremities.
After La Jolla we headed north of the city for the San Diego County Fair, where (despite being in California) you can still purchase just about anything you can dream up that has been covered in batter and fried to an artery clogging crisp. Noah tried to talk me into a fried Oreo, he really did. A for effort on that one, but I stuck with the chocolate-dipped frozen banana.
This was, of course, after the exhaustive 30-minute search for the illusive fair treat of our childhood: the pineapple whip. Do you know what a pineapple whip is? Is that just a southern thing? I'm pretty sure it's just pineapple soft serve with pineapple chunks, but dear sweet mother of ALLAH it was the best damn thing that ever happened with a cone and a pineapple and a dairy product. Sadly the SD County Fair was devoid of the whip, so Noah settled for a pineapple milkshake. And then I insisted that we ride the, um, the big ride thing that went all over the park on those zip cords. Yes. That is the technical name of the ride, and yes, it WAS really awkward on the signage.
When we left the fair we took the scenic route back toward downtown San Diego to our dinner destination: Karl Strauss Brewery, where Noah works. (And gets a sweet fifty percent discount on food AND beer. I think you can see where this is going now.)We started with two flights of beer so I could taste pretty much everything they had to offer, and by the time we were munching on our appetizers (calamari and ahi tuna poke) Noah's friends had arrived -- Josh (of the eighth-grade slow dance) and Steve, who everyone calls Gut (pronounced goot). I ordered what turned out to be the most incredible mac'n'cheese I've ever eaten (which I failed to take a picture of, because I was too busy NOMNOMing and also was sort of tipsy at this point) and we continued to go through a healthy amount of malted beverages.
Then I took this picture.
Then we ate dessert, and I was ostracized ruthlessly for how fast I was able to use the ladies' room. Who knew that the speed of one's own urination was of primary concern to other people who are in no way involved with said urination? And really, when should ANYONE EVER be involved with that urination?
Anywho. After our meal we made our way over to Waterfront and we were later joined by a few of Noah's co-workers. And you'll get that story next time.
cheers,
elizabeth
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