We met up with my brother Noah (who no longer calls SD home but was visiting for the New Year) at his former place of employment, Karl Strauss. (You may remember the culinary and beer-related delights found there from my adventures in June.) Emily and I were famished and ready for a brew, so we started out with a cheese-beer fondue and two flights of Strauss beers. Here, Noah talks about beers, gesticulates wildly and compares the flavor of one specialty beer to the taste in the back of your mouth when you barf up stomach acid.
After we spent a few hours at Strauss pushing the boundaries of consumption, we intended to head to another bar and meet up with some of Noah's friends for more drinks. Intended. What actually happened was that there was a pit-stop as we waited for others to join us at the apartment where we would be crashing that night, which allowed Emily and I just enough time to get curled up on couches. With blankets. And realize exactly how tired we were, how full we were and obviously, that we were colossal weinies. We both promptly passed out, round about 10:30. It was delightful.
After we spent a few hours at Strauss pushing the boundaries of consumption, we intended to head to another bar and meet up with some of Noah's friends for more drinks. Intended. What actually happened was that there was a pit-stop as we waited for others to join us at the apartment where we would be crashing that night, which allowed Emily and I just enough time to get curled up on couches. With blankets. And realize exactly how tired we were, how full we were and obviously, that we were colossal weinies. We both promptly passed out, round about 10:30. It was delightful.The next morning, as promised, we sent off 2011 like true Americans by once again pushing the boundaries of consumption at San Diego's famous Hash House.
We had about an hour to wait for a table, so we headed across the street to the Hash House's sister restaurant, Tractor Room, for fancy pants beverages. Mine is on the left, and the garnish is a slice of pear. Noah had the bloody mary on the far right and Emily opted for the one in the middle, which was sort of like a reimagined mojito featuring fresh cucumber.
And then, at Hash House, this happened. (That glob on top is goat cheese. SERIOUSLY. Let's talk about it. Call me. Any time. GOAT CHEESE.)
After breakfast, I felt the need to attempt to take a picture of myself. There is absolutely no reason for me not to have known that this photo bomb would occur.
Shortly after this, Noah parted ways with us and Emily and I headed in the direction of the beach. It was such a gorgeous day that we decided we might as well touch the ocean in San Diego and Los Angeles if we could help it. Not surprisingly, it wasn't so clear by the water -- still a little early in the day for it to have burned off, I guess -- but we both still managed to get attacked by errant waves, and we thoroughly enjoyed Ocean Beach's Christmas decor efforts.
After our jaunt in the sand (and after Emily accidentally got soaked to the knees while staring through her phone's camera lens and waiting to snap a photo of the wave hitting her toes at the exact right moment, good GRIEF I love irony), we set out for L.A., with a quick stop off at a shopping mall outside the city to find New Year's Eve ensembles. We arrived in Culver City, got settled at my friend Cy's place and started getting ready. Here's us, pre-festivities:
We had about an hour to wait for a table, so we headed across the street to the Hash House's sister restaurant, Tractor Room, for fancy pants beverages. Mine is on the left, and the garnish is a slice of pear. Noah had the bloody mary on the far right and Emily opted for the one in the middle, which was sort of like a reimagined mojito featuring fresh cucumber.
And then, at Hash House, this happened. (That glob on top is goat cheese. SERIOUSLY. Let's talk about it. Call me. Any time. GOAT CHEESE.)
After breakfast, I felt the need to attempt to take a picture of myself. There is absolutely no reason for me not to have known that this photo bomb would occur.
Shortly after this, Noah parted ways with us and Emily and I headed in the direction of the beach. It was such a gorgeous day that we decided we might as well touch the ocean in San Diego and Los Angeles if we could help it. Not surprisingly, it wasn't so clear by the water -- still a little early in the day for it to have burned off, I guess -- but we both still managed to get attacked by errant waves, and we thoroughly enjoyed Ocean Beach's Christmas decor efforts.
After our jaunt in the sand (and after Emily accidentally got soaked to the knees while staring through her phone's camera lens and waiting to snap a photo of the wave hitting her toes at the exact right moment, good GRIEF I love irony), we set out for L.A., with a quick stop off at a shopping mall outside the city to find New Year's Eve ensembles. We arrived in Culver City, got settled at my friend Cy's place and started getting ready. Here's us, pre-festivities:
And the story of how we rang in 2012 shall come next. Stay tuned, y'all.
cheers,
elizabeth
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