Friday, July 8, 2005
Posted by danylo @ 5:55 p.m. ET
things i learned in california
The biggest and best was context in terms of wine. This is the root of pairings, the notion that wine will taste better because of what you're consuming with it. It's fascinating. My biggest appreciation of this came at Casanova in Carmel. I loved the wine I got and thought Libby's wasn't nearly as good. When the meal came, my wine suffered and the flavor of hers improved greatly. Still don't know enough to come up with my own pairings.
Scuba diving is awesome.
Discovered Old Overholt with two ice cubes. Quite lovely.
It's also quite lovely to watch a Sam Malone looking guy behind the bar making all his drinks from scratch, squeezing his limes and lemons by hand for each drink. (And the lemon and lime squeezing wasn't even at Pride fest)
The corner of Gay and Gay in the Casto is pretty gay.
People who are comfortable enough to hang out at a naked hot springs-fed hot tub are not necessarily comfortable enough to share their tubs with other naked people.
The slightly less shiny leaves of three on the left side of the trail weren't Poison Oak. Probably.
The highly shiny leaves of three on the right side of the trail were Poison Oak. Definitely.
It's better to know that before you avoid the leaves on the left, and walk through the leaves on the right.
The Dodge station wag cab is the nicest cab i've ever ridden in. It had a hemi and St. Germain.
You buy a $30 tent at the only outdoors store in town, you won't get a whole lot of mileage out of it.
Nothing takes the sting out of skipping Hearst Castle like watching Citizen Kane for the first time in a recently restored 1926 movie theater in Monterey. (Woulda been nicer if the pop-top on my Steel Reserve hadn't broken off in the theater, but that's okay.)
Always take the sun screen with you. You never know when a 2 hour hike will turn into a 4½ hour hike.
Central Coast California in July can be freakin cold.
You will get a damn good meal at the fishmarket-restaurant combo where the locals go to buy their fish. (Try the BBQ oysters, says the missus.)
Sloppy is right; there is little that is more disturbing than a male-to-female transexual who is coughing. That is the sure way to determine what your physical birth gender is.
However, when the transexual, can cook up a storm, you pretend not to notice.
When in Santa Cruz, there is a huge tempation to call one's friend to ask where he took his famous walk to the beach so one can recreate it. It's probably better not to do that, unless you can fully recreate the journey.
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