Somehow I managed to carry the little voodoo doll all the way across the country before impaling him with a pretzel. He deserved it.
Somehow I managed to carry the little voodoo doll all the way across the country before impaling him with a pretzel. He deserved it.
Love me a place that I’m actually given a turntable of choices of which beans I want.
Places like the lush trail at Spencer Butte make me wonder why my address isn’t in the PNW.
You can’t be in the PNW and not have craft beer for dinner.
Sonoma in a nutshell.
*cue Full House theme song*
Napa Valley with a side of salad for breakfast. The west coast knows.
Did I get judged by the nearby auto repair shop staff for getting these photos by the colorful wall? Probably.
Final destination: San Jose. Somehow SFO made sense at the time. Staring out the window, and as I stopped to snap this photo I couldn’t help to think “Me too, kid. Me too.”
Like Quincy Market with an open-air courtyard and a fuck ton of craft beer.
Churros yaaasss.
Foodies, go here.