I’ve just spent the past few days in San Diego, eating out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and enjoying every minute of it. Of course, that could be at least partly about the glorious sunshine, which was desperately missing in Vancouver when I left.
This is the gorgeous view when you look across the bar at Gordon Biersch. Brew pubs are everywhere, in Vancouver and, obviously, in San Diego. Two of our favorite places were right across the plaza from each other and a ten minute walk from our hotel. At GB, as their logo proclaims, we had the perfect veggie pizza and…
the best blue crab and artichoke dip ever…
At the Lazy Dog, we dropped in the first night we were there, and had a lovely dinner, crowned with the best dessert… Butter Cake!
We planned to go back just for the cake, but when we went back a couple of nights later (where, believe it or not, the bartender remembered our names and our attachment to the cake), we had such a terrific meal that we left ourselves no room for cake, but the Naked Turkey Burger I had and the chicken wings my partner had, were just as good. Plus we got to watch my team – the Giants – beat the Royals, to the consternation of pretty much everyone in the bar as they mostly go with the “anyone but the Giants” rule in San Diego.
When we stopped in Old Town, a local we ran into told us to have Mexican food, but not at any of the sparkly shiny restaurants right around the main street, try Barra Barra, in the State Park, and we were glad we did. From the first moment we walked in, we felt as if we’d been transported back to Old Town in real life. We started with chips fresh and hot from the oven, a lovely and obviously just made round of salsa and black beans, then moved on to split an order of ceviche (fresh and cool and delicious) and fajitas – which were just as good as everything else. And, oh yeah, I forgot to mention the Margaritas.
As it was almost the Day of the Dead, I’m also attaching a couple of pictures I took in Old Town…
On our way home, we stopped in at the Stone Brewing Company in the San Diego Airport (known to everyone who lives their as Lindbergh Field) for lunch while we waited for our plane. There were many restaurants, all of which looked terrific, but I picked this one and it might just as well have been the crowning glory… The sandwich I had is the one thing I’m going to try to replicate.
The Grilled Asian Chicken Sandwich. Ciabatta roll, grilled organic chicken, picked vegetables (including Daikon), and sriracha aioli.It was to die for!
I’ve got very good kharma in picking restaurants when I’m away – I don’t think we had a bad meal the whole time we were gone.