We drove up Highway One through Big Sur, then headed across the San Joaquin valley to camp up in the Sierra Nevada before schlepping back West to San Francisco. We saw Giant Redwoods and Sequoias and stunning mountains, we went swimming at Lake Tahoe, and we ate our way around the state.
In which Julie and I finally make it to Vesta in Blackheath for a date night dinner.
It has always struck me as odd that something disastrous is the dog’s breakfast but if you kit yourself out in your poshest gear you are dressed up like the dog’s dinner.
Writer, thinker, tea drinker George Orwell wrote an essay in 1946 or so entitled ‘A Nice Cup of Tea.’ Orwell was a staunch international socialist and fervent advocate of democracy, but in this essay he comes across as a sort of tea obsessed dictator.
Why is convalescent food so wretchedly awful? Who made that a rule?
Fireworks is a simple cheerful room with a patchy concrete floor and handsome blue and white tiled walls. At one time I’m guessing it was a local butcher’s or maybe a fish shop. They write the menu straight onto the tiles with a chunky black texta. We like this a lot.
This blog idea has been ticking away on our back burner for some time and it’s hard to say exactly when it began, though we reckon it might have been in a Diana stoneware ramekin.