Dry January "Driary"

For the first time ever, my husband and I attempted and successfully completed Dry January. I had never been into the idea of doing Dry January, mostly because I already give up non-essential spending in January and the idea of not spending money AND not drinking was unappealing. However, in the 2nd pandemic-era January I felt like giving up drinking was an easier sell than not spending, and it totally was.

The key was that we prepared well. We knew that we personally were more likely to struggle with not being able to drink beer, so we fortified with non-alcoholic beer (which actually wasn’t bad! More on that below) as well as other drinks, some of which approximated the beer-drinking experience and some of which didn’t. And it was mostly fine. Obviously, there were no brewery trips or happy hours or other situations that would have been difficult to not indulge.

Here are my real-time observations on the experience, takeaways at the end.

Jan 2

I hate when January has 5 weekends… 5 weekends instead of 4 to do whatever your January “good habit” is (usually related to spending, this year it’s not drinking).

We went to Soft Spirits and got some shit. The “bourbon” was so bad and then we read the back and apparently they say to mix *that* with bourbon. Lol. We can try on Feb 1. Then we split this Amaro club soda thing, it wasn’t amazing but was kinda like a light cocktail so that was cool.

I mostly don’t drink enough to feel effects- maybe on the occasional Sunday. What I feel like might be a problem is the lack of craft beer at home and the inability to go to breweries. Also not being able to order a cocktail at restaurants. What is the appeal of a beach day without some beers, or dinner without a fancy drink, or a get together without alcohol? What is it like to have a DAY and you can’t unwind with wine or beer? I want to stay perfect here, because you don’t NEED alcohol the way you need to spend money. I’d always slip up during no spend January, but it was fine. I might be harder on myself if I slip up this time. 29 days to go!

Part of the Soft Spirits haul.

Jan 3

Athletic Brewing N/A hazy was pretty damn good. Split the can- 6oz of non alcoholic beer, watch out!

Jan 5

Pamplemousse La Croix- actually good?!?

Jan 6

My Bravus Oatmeal Stout - so bad. Edward’s De La Calle Tepache was really good. Pineapple and cinnamon.

Jan 8

Club Soda and bitters kinda tastes like a cocktail. I had two. My brain is so programmed to be like “no you can’t have more than one drink!!!” But of course if there is no alcohol- you can. I could kinda fw this drink for normal times.

Jan 11

Alcohol free Sauvignon blanc is something you’d never drink in normal times but tastes good enough when you can’t drink.

This is now the longest I’ve gone without booze (few years back I was on antibiotics for 10 days and didn’t drink). One of the reasons I’m doing this is to examine my relationship with alcohol. I’ve moved past doing a lot of social drinking, often to excess. But for my whole adult life, alcohol has been involved, even to a small degree. The pandemic didn’t help- we never used to have craft beer in the house and then that became the only way we could support our local beer shop, plus there was that whole “existential angst that there’s a deadly pandemic and our old way of life is gone forever” thing. I never drank more than one. Two on Saturdays. But when you add it up every day…

Jan 16

Am I learning anything? No. Kinda. I’m not craving booze in a bodily sense but mentally I’m missing it. It doesn’t help that the Omicron surge is making the idea of going out to dinner unappealing, so it feels kinda like early pando days where all we’re doing is walking and getting takeout/delivery, only now with the added bonus of not drinking (and admittedly, less existential panic being boosted). Am I more present or clear? No. I just have one less little joy to make life better. You hear about some people cutting out drinking and never missing it. I can’t imagine that being me. Who knows though.

In my 20s, my baseline was way higher than it is now. If I was drinking, it was three drinks on a weeknight, five on a weekend, more for a celebration, and I only faced consequences if I was going hard, and even the consequences weren’t that bad. Remember when you’d just puke once, take an Advil, have some fast food and be straight? But your body’s ability to do that diminishes as you get older, so I got good at self-regulating. People talk about 2-day hangovers once you turn 30- I have never experienced that, but my last hangover was at 32 after going too hard at a wedding. I was laid out all day. I respect that the rules have changed. I haven’t consumed near enough to become “drunk” in years - though of course, a buzz from some high-ABV beers happens. So it’s not necessarily about the physical effects anymore.

It’s more that… I enjoy drinking! Trying new breweries, wine tasting, $18 cocktails, having a respectable home bar, having Mexican food with huge-ass margaritas, shot and beer combos at concerts, getting a beer at the airport. What is life without these things? What is my perception of myself that I need these things, and what am I missing when I can’t partake? What does it mean that my idea of a good life includes certain class signifiers like wine tasting, $$ beers, $70 worth of drinks? I’m not trying to find answers here, and of course alcohol is so baked into our culture that it’s hard to examine personal behavior outside of that context. But I am examining it.

Jan 18

I accidentally came across something that described an Old Fashioned so seductively that I had to stop reading.

I do think my skin looks better! But I also started slugging recently so maybe it’s that.

I’m obviously not at the end yet but I will say no matter what - this is permanently changing my relationship to alcohol the same way my first no-spend January in 2014 permanently changed my relationship to money. Even if it doesn’t end up perfect, my eyes are now opened to the possibilities for making permanent changes (NOT to this degree) and actually having some strategies in place to do so.

Jan 21

Well, now I’m at the point where I’m not going to break the streak barring extreme circumstances.

Even if all this accomplishes is breaking the habit for a time, it’s still a reset. It’s still going to recalibrate my drinking habits. We initially said that “when the pandemic is over” we would go back to only drinking on weekends, but it’s clear we need to go ahead and adopt that philosophy now. The idea of going 4 days won’t seem crazy now that I know I can do a whole month.

It is very much like a no-spend January. Is it fun to not do shit? Go a month without restaurants, shopping, bars? No, it’s boring. But when I did it, it was hella satisfying to see my bank account, or to get paid and feel like the money was really mine. It’s that whole short-term sacrifices for long-term payoff thing, which I’ve never been great at tbh. Only the drinking is being sacrificed for physical health and a more mindful approach in the future.

Jan 23

I have gone 4 weekends without drinking!

Is this egocentric? I’m not the first person to do Dry January. Journaling is a good way to sort our feelings.

Jan 25

Good (approximating alcohol)

  • Athletic Brewing’s IPA and hazy IPA tasted surprisingly like the real thing

  • Curious No. 6 - like a painkiller/piña colada and very tasty

  • Fake cocktails like Alta club soda and amaro, and Ginish and Tonic. Also club soda and bitters. Not things that would normally be my first choice, but desperate times.

Good (not approximating alcohol)

  • Pamplemousse LaCroix

  • De La Calle Tepache - a fermented pineapple drink originating from Jalisco, Mexico, that I can hazily recall drinking our first time in Puerto Vallarta. It comes in a lot of different flavors - pineapple, tamarind, mango chile. Yum!

  • Health-Ade Passionfruit Kombucha - I’d never had booch before? I like it a lot.

  • HopLark Hop Tea

  • Various Trader Joe’s sparkling juices (as always)

Not good

  • Bravus Brewing Company - everything we tried completely sucked. Athletic Brewing’s offerings were way better

  • Fake whiskey - tastes kinda like smoky apple cider vinegar. Some company will eventually figure out how to replicate alcohol-free spirits that actually taste like the real thing, but the technology isn’t there now. At least not with this!

  • Curious No. 2 - they say it’s a margarita mixed with Dark and Stormy. It’s not good.

FEB 1!!!!!

We did it! We went all of January without a drop of the sauce! And yes I do feel a real sense of accomplishment here.

Takeaways:

  • I am really proud of myself for sticking to it for the whole month with absolutely no bending and really no desire to. It was effort, but not a struggle. I’m pleasantly surprised at how I never once felt like my day would be made better by a drink or that I deserved one.

  • Our main goal was to put a break in the consumption and stop the pattern of drinking daily we’d gotten into during the pandemic (and probably before). We have succeeded. I’d even go so far as to say that we’re reprogrammed, at least for right now. We wanted to stop drinking on weekdays, and Feb 1 was a Tuesday, so we were literally like “What if we… waited until Friday to break the streak?” Ultimately, we decided not to, since it’s not “Dry Jan-plus-3-days-uary” and we weren’t gonna get extra credit for waiting. So we did have an Old Fashioned, and it was amazing. But there are already little changes we’re making, like making plans to go to a brewery but NOT buy a growler for consumption during the week. Progress.

  • Seriously, Athletic Brewing’s N/A beer is really good. It’s going to become a staple.

  • I highly recommend buying a wall-mounted can crusher. Somehow during all of this we actually went through way more cans than normal, probably because we were crushing 2 LaCroix or whatever. Can crushers not only take up way less space in the recycling, but they are also fun as hell. So regardless of whether you do Dry January, permanently or temporarily change your drinking habits, or don’t - you should definitely buy one.

Central Coast Road Trip // Fall 2021

Well… been a while!

I might have things to catch up on. The insanity of our modern times demands reflection, and I’ve been mostly reflecting privately. But for now, I’ve been living a very similar story to other people my age/class/profession. WFH since March 2020. An extremely careful year spent getting deliveries and taking walks in masks. Adjustments made such as drive-ins, patio hangs, parking lots turned into dining rooms, beach and park days. Lysol. Animal Crossing. Watching Dodger games in a makeshift beer garden, the high five with a stranger after the World Series win being the only time I touched anyone other than my husband for over a year. Partying like hell on November 7. A vaccine and its promise. And a slow return to, if not normalcy, more of the things we missed in 2020. There’s obviously a lot more here, but that’s the short version.

During all this, we hadn’t traveled too far afield - San Diego, Palm Springs twice, and Santa Barbara for my birthday weekend. Easy driving trips, Airbnbs, outdoor dining. We’ve made some other travel plans for more large-scale trips (on planes!), and in the meantime I had a few Central Coast destinations on my wishlist for 2021. I grew up going to the Bay Area and Monterey, but I hadn’t been on the Monterey Peninsula for probably 20 years and felt like it would be great to plan a trip around there and the other destinations I wanted to check out.

It had been years since I planned a proper roadtrip and this one had a lot fewer details, but it’s a unique style of travel that involves more planning than most trips. Figuring out an itinerary and packing a little lighter, moving on from lodgings quickly, and generally just not having that much time in any given location. I wished we could have stayed longer everywhere, and as much as we packed in, there were still things we missed. But a road trip is meant to be a sampler platter, not an entree.

Day 1: Santa Cruz

The whole trip was conceptualized around visiting a brewery whose beers we love, Humble Sea. In the pandemic, we’d come to do regular hauls at our local bottle shop, Hop Merchants, and we noticed Humble Sea’s hazy IPAs were consistently excellent. We offhandedly talked about going up to their Santa Cruz outpost, which then turned into “Well, why couldn’t we actually do this?” It’s about a 5-hour drive to Santa Cruz if you leave in the morning, not the most pleasant drive but being there by lunchtime was extremely satisfying. We enjoyed a couple of brews on their spacious patio, taking our time and getting some pizza from a nearby shop. We also bought some cans to bring home. Then we headed to Natural Bridges State Beach ($10 day use parking or free street parking), a small beach with a natural arch rock formation - the first of many rock formations we saw in the region. Then, we took a slow drive down the coast to the boardwalk, stopping at a lighthouse which turned out to be a museum of surfing. All the rides were closed at the boardwalk, but it was fine. We saw seals on the pier.

We didn’t want to be constantly packing up and moving accommodations, so we picked a couple of Airbnbs as home bases to stay at for a couple of days each. The first was a guest house of a mid century modern Redwood near Pebble Beach, and honestly, the Monterey Peninsula isn’t exactly rife with Airbnb options. Despite splurging on the Airbnbs, we barely spent time in either one. Oh well!

After heading to downtown Pacific Grove, we sought out somewhere to watch the wildcard NLCS game (Dodgers v Cards). Part of the appeal of Monterey over, say, Sedona, was that COVID sensibilities would be similar to Los Angeles, and we’ve been way more comfortable sticking with outdoor dining. Somehow, we happened upon a sports bar with an outdoor patio and TV, with sound on! And even better, the Dodgers won.


Day 2: Big Sur/Monterey

This was my favorite day of the trip and we packed in so much. Big Sur pulls you in from the drive, when rounding every corner makes you gasp, and even though it’s at least 45 minutes from Monterey it feels like part of the journey. We did:

  • Pfeiffer Beach ($12 parking) - So the first thing we noticed about planning stuff to do in Big Sur was that everything is named after Julia Pfeiffer. Kind of confusing when you’re planning a trip, but after sifting through many badly-written/sometimes incorrect reviews on Yelp and Google, I managed to piece together what the differences were. Pfeiffer Beach is, unsurprisingly, a beach which had somehow slipped past my family’s awareness growing up - probably because of the additional parking fee. Set back a couple of miles on a one-lane dirt road, the semi-treacherous drive was worth it for the end result of arch rock formations, driftwood, a secluded feel, and silvery-purple sand. It wasn’t a place I’d spend hours and hours but it was lovely and if you were so inclined, you could have a pleasant picnic or chilly beach day there, perhaps with a kite.

  • Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park ($10 for a State Park day parking pass) - This is the Big Sur State Park and if you can only do one thing, it’s this. I’d been as a kid and remembered the redwoods and the creeks. You could spend hours here and while we didn’t have that kind of time, I definitely put on my water socks and got knee-deep into the freezing cold stream. We walked and hiked around, dipped our toes into the water, saw birds, and wished for binoculars. If we’d had more time maybe we would have gone to the swimming hole. Next time!

  • Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park/McWay Falls ($10 for a State Park day parking pass) - Told ya everything was named after Pfeiffer! Confusingly, this is a state park a little further south which mainly functions as a way to see a waterfall that falls directly on the beach. A gorgeous scene to be sure, but not necessarily worth a special trip if time is tight.

  • Nepenthe - A very beautiful, very famous restaurant. Possibly a tourist trap, definitely one of the only options, probably still worth experiencing at least once. Service was quick and friendly (they want to churn you through, I reckon) and the food was pretty good, for prices that seem insane but in that setting you just shrug and sign the check instead of thinking about how their burger costs more than the one at Father’s Office. We also enjoyed a terrible Mai Tai. And I do mean enjoyed.

  • Drive-bys of the Henry Miller Library (new life goal is to see a show here) and the Bixby Canyon Bridge, all with a region-specific soundtrack.

The long day in Big Sur tired us out, but we still managed to see a few key spots on the 17 Mile Drive before scooting back to Pacific Grove and seeing Lover’s Point, a spot I remembered from our visits there as a kid. We grabbed dinner at a brewery in a converted train station and got some really good cocktails elsewhere before heading back.

Day 3: Paso Robles

Somehow, we’d never been to Paso - if we feel like visiting a wine region and can’t get to Napa, we have Temecula and the Santa Ynez Valley a lot closer. Alas, here we experienced one of the sad pitfalls of a road trip, which is that sometimes you just blow through town and don’t have much time to really explore. We got on the road from Monterey early enough to get lunch at Tin City, which is a multi-building industrial complex of breweries, wineries, and restaurants. We hit BarrelHouse Brewing and the namesake Tin City cidery and wished we could have had much more time there, since there was so much to see (much like a more expansive Los Olivos). We had a tasting at Sculpterra which was very nice, and then got to explore the grounds and taste grapes straight off the vine.

Nearing sundown, we headed to Sensorio, a light exhibit in the rolling hills. I was poorly attired for the wind and for some reason we’d spent extra for early admission, which was mostly pointless as the lights didn’t start turning on until later. Nonetheless, once they did start turning on it was a breathtaking scene that had my photos looking like something from someone far more technically skilled than I am. Once we’d taken enough pictures, we headed to dinner in downtown Paso Robles and still had to drive to our next Airbnb 30 minutes away. It was an Airbnb Plus, which meant there were scones.

Day 4: Morro Bay/SLO

In the morning’s light, the Airbnb’s private patio was a nice place to have a coffee and breakfast. We had a slow morning and eventually made our way to the Madonna Inn, basically just to take a few pictures. After that, we headed to Morro Rock, another place I’d never once visited! We saw otters in the bay, explored around the rock, and hung out on the beach where we got playfully chided by Giants fans (we were 1 game into the NLDS). Then we explored the wetlands of Morro Bay State Park and went back into the main drag to grab late lunch and a beer.

By sheer coincidence, some of my extended family happened to be visiting the area at the same time, so we headed over to their rental to caravan to Montaña de Oro State Park. With bluffs, steep cliffs, chaparral, and tide pools, it was such a lovely scene to catch up with my cousins and their kiddos. We also saw a raccoon.

At night, we had probably the nicest dinner of the trip at Granada Bistro. Great drinks. We thought about trying to go to a bar but it was a Saturday night in a college town, so we took a slow walk back and only got a little bit lost.

Final Day: Pismo & the Slow Drive Home

Not a ton to say about this day - we packed up and got breakfast sandwiches at Beachin’ Biscuits. There was a hell of a wait even with an online order, and with good reason - these breakfast sandwiches were AMAZING. We took them over to the beach to eat, then walked on the pier. There’s a famous place called Old Town Cinnamon Rolls which we really wanted to try, but truly didn’t have the stomach space.

We then slowly made our way south, and decided to stop in Los Olivos and enjoy the grassy patio at Figueroa Mountain. Then we ambled down the 101 to Ventura and stopped at the In-N-Out right off the freeway, and finally got home at a reasonable hour.

Stray Observations

  • Our refrain of the trip was “We’re outdoorsy!” Traditionally, we’ve been more into cities - taking transit, trying as many bars and restaurants as possible, visiting museums and culturally enduring locations . With COVID, the idea of having one of those old-fashioned nights somewhere unfamiliar seems unappealing, unless we’ve done some heavy-duty planning, so shifting to locations where it’s easy to be outside in your own space is, for the moment, the way to go. Spending a day in athleisure and showing up to a restaurant (for lunch) that way? Not my typical style. But I guess this is just the domain of us outdoorsy types, baby.

  • My IG likes correlated to my enjoyment of each location: Big Sur > Santa Cruz > Paso > SLO > Monterey

  • Despite the whirlwind, I don’t think this was too much to fit into the time frame. We covered a lot of ground and got some ideas for what to spend more time exploring next. I think a proper Paso Robles trip is probably in order!

Boston // July 2019

I lived in Boston for a semester, during a university exchange program or what I now call “study abroad for sheltered kids.” No disrespect - even though now I have vague regrets about never having done a study abroad semester in college, I truly never had a desire to at the time. An exchange at another US university was perfect for me. We had to rank our choices for placements, and mine were: 1. Suffolk University (Boston), 2. Hunter College (NYC), 3. UMASS Boston, 4. University of Missouri, St. Louis - my primary concern that I get to be in an urban environment. I got placed at Suffolk and had the best semester ever. At 21, for the first time I was living away from home, navigating a city, and getting a taste of what it was like to live as an independent adult. I was sad to leave and had only been back once, the following summer, when my family flew in and out of Boston and drove into Canada, back before you needed a passport to drive to Canada.

The prospect of seeing the Dodgers play the Red Sox at Fenway this past July was very intriguing, and I’d always wanted to take Edward to Boston and show him my old stomping grounds. Even though Boston is best experienced in the fall, we felt like we could brave the weather for the game and see everything else at the same time. Here are some of the highlights:

The historical/tourist stuff

Because it was Edward’s first time in town, we had to go on the Freedom Trail, tour the State House, and spend time in the Common/Public Garden. We also explored Beacon Hill (where Suffolk’s campus is) and the downtown region, Back Bay, the North End (Mike’s Pastry), and the JFK Library.

The Frog Pond

The Frog Pond

The swan boats which move very very slowly along the pond at the Public Garden.

The swan boats which move very very slowly along the pond at the Public Garden.

Acorn Street

Acorn Street

The beautiful JFK library. It was my 3rd time there! (Over 18 years.)

The beautiful JFK library. It was my 3rd time there! (Over 18 years.)

It’s really a lovely space.

It’s really a lovely space.

My old haunts

I lived in Allston, the student ghetto, which at the time boasted plenty of cheap eats, concert venues, and bars. (Here is a great Allston photo series I found years ago, by Bill T. Miller.) Since it was summer, it wasn’t as teeming with students as I remember, but man was it crazy to get off the B line at Harvard Ave and walk those streets again. I showed Edward the sights - my old apartment, Twin Donuts, the Model Cafe (which was unfortunately closed) - and we had a drink at a dope bar that wasn’t there when I lived there, Deep Ellum. I also wanted to show him places I hung out in Cambridge and by Suffolk. I can tell a thousand stories about my time in Boston, and every place we saw set off a memory, but I won’t get into most of them here.

The Allston pad

The Allston pad

Why did Charlie’s Kitchen become my spot in Cambridge? It was always a great time.

Why did Charlie’s Kitchen become my spot in Cambridge? It was always a great time.

The New England Aquarium has a sea lion tank outside the building, which you can view at no charge. I did that so much when I first moved and was homesick.

The New England Aquarium has a sea lion tank outside the building, which you can view at no charge. I did that so much when I first moved and was homesick.

The Beer Gardens

One thing I really admire about cities that have awful winters - they know how to make the most of their summers. We went to FIVE seasonal beer gardens throughout our trip:

  • Boston Seasons, set up near City Hall

  • Trillium Beer Garden on the Greenway

  • Night Shift Brewing’s Owl’s Nest (in Allston, along the river)

  • Aeronaut Brewing Company (in Allston)

  • Cisco Seaport

They were all fantastic, but my personal fave was probably Owl’s Nest. It was remote and hard to find, and the humidity made it feel like New Orleans, but it was scenic and relaxing at that late afternoon golden hour. There’s another Owl’s Nest on the Esplanade, closer to town, but it was unfortunately rain-delayed when we tried to go. No worries - five beer gardens was more than sufficient.

Hazys on the Greenway

Hazys on the Greenway

Aeronaut. Live music, pizza, and outdoor lights. ‘‘Twas a magical evening until the skies opened up and everyone had to go home!

Aeronaut. Live music, pizza, and outdoor lights. ‘‘Twas a magical evening until the skies opened up and everyone had to go home!

Night Shift Owl’s Nest. Simply perfect scenery and great vibes.

Night Shift Owl’s Nest. Simply perfect scenery and great vibes.

Dodgers Cruise/Game at Fenway

The main reason for the trip was technically to see the Dodgers at Fenway which, for all you non-baseball folks out there, is a rare event. They were playing a three-game series over the weekend, and we were far from the only Angelenos who wanted in on the action - both flights were rife with other Dodger fans flying in for the event. It actually caused a bit of a disruption in the city and at the game we attended, because people were flummoxed that there were so many Dodger fans there. Luckily, they won the Saturday game we attended 11-2, and we were surrounded with other Dodger fans who I high-fived after each run. Our tickets also came with admission to a clubhouse called the Royal Rooters club, so we got to see artifacts and mementos from Red Sox and Fenway’s storied history. I LOVED being at Fenway, from the history to the surrounding area to singing Sweet Caroline.

Earlier in the day, we went on a harbor cruise organized by Pantone 294 and had a fantastic time taking in the sights! It was so fun to pre-game out on the sea.

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Other notes

  • We stayed at an Airbnb downtown which was a pretty great. There are a bunch owned by the same property management company, and it’s significantly cheaper than a hotel - Boston hotels are NYC-level expensive.

  • It was jarring to have lost so much familiarity with the city! My life back then was pretty contained to Allston, the Suffolk campus, and wherever I could go on the T, and I’ve never been great at orienting where I am to the city at large (regardless of what city we’re talking about). And obviously, it’d been a while since I’d been there, so stuff had changed. But the T smelled the same, and I remembered how it works.

  • The humidity was no joke. Woof.

  • Boston is a great city and I was so glad to have an excuse to visit!

COCHON 555 // June 2, 2019

I went to Cochon555 this past weekend, a tour and cooking competition devoted to raising awareness for heritage pigs and sustainable farming, butchery, and cooking. Five chefs compete to make the most varied and tasty dishes from one of five pigs, and attendees get to vote on the winner. Both Edward and I had the same favorite: Brian Redzikowski of Kettner Exchange (technically a San Diego restaurant, no less). We obviously weren’t alone because Kettner ended up winning, meaning they get to go to the final competition in Chicago!

I’ve been to probably close to 50 food/cocktail/wine/beer events and thought that Cochon was very well-run. Plentiful whiskey cocktails, not too crowded and no one ran out of food. I’m never great at remembering to take photos at these things - to be honest, there’s often nowhere to place a plate/stage a photo, and I’m usually more concerned with trying the next dish. Nonetheless, here are a few snaps. Congratulations again to the crew at Kettner Exchange, and thanks to The Perfect Puree for the tickets!

El Tesoro Tequila’s hibiscus punch was the beverage highlight. Who could resist the color? Not I.

El Tesoro Tequila’s hibiscus punch was the beverage highlight. Who could resist the color? Not I.

Gyro and empanada from Mason.

Gyro and empanada from Mason.

The menu at Kettner. Everything a hit.

The menu at Kettner. Everything a hit.

Pig gelatines. We’re not worthy. Note the giant caviar above.

Pig gelatines. We’re not worthy. Note the giant caviar above.

Pig Mac Bao.

Pig Mac Bao.

Whole hog.

Whole hog.

City Market Social House is a great venue, but everyone was sweating inside. Outside was much more pleasant.

City Market Social House is a great venue, but everyone was sweating inside. Outside was much more pleasant.

Black Cow Vodka’s take on a Moscow Mule

Black Cow Vodka’s take on a Moscow Mule

A downtown day supporting UTLA teachers and students

I had a nice little downtown day supporting our teachers and students at Grand Park.

I’m not a teacher, nor even a parent, but I had a free day and decided to show up to support the people doing this important work. Many women in my family - both grandmas, aunt, cousin, mom - spent their careers in public education, and of course I’m a product of public schools (including state university!) So I wore red and showed up to the rally in Grand Park. I really appreciate that Grand Park has become an epicenter of activism and celebration, especially because I have a soft spot since it’s where my husband proposed!

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My favorite moment was Aloe Blacc playing a few songs, starting with “I Need a Dollar” and finishing with “Wake Me Up.” Everyone was incredibly energized and it was exciting to be there.

After the rally was over, I grabbed lunch at Burgerlords in Chinatown. Been to this spot a couple of other times and they have a small menu of classic burgers and fries. Simple, unfussy, and hit the spot after standing around the rally for hours.

Obligatory “I barely drink soda buuuuuuuut…” sometimes it’s needed after a rally.

Obligatory “I barely drink soda buuuuuuuut…” sometimes it’s needed after a rally.

Finally, I enjoyed a beer at Imperial Western, a new-ish bar in Union Station that I’ve already managed to visit a few other times. Years ago, I took an LA Conservancy tour of Union Station and we went into the defunct Harvey House restaurant, which was rented out for special events and had otherwise fallen into disuse. When word spread that the excellent 213 bar group had bought the space to revamp, I was excited but unprepared for how long the wait would be. Turns out, the wait was worth it and it’s great to have a drink in the huge, light-filled space at such an iconic station. Today I had a collaboration brew, Bells and Whistles (a peach sour).

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My thoughts take me downtown.

My thoughts take me downtown.

Don't ever tell anybody anything.

Some time at the end of summer, in late August, I had a nice Sunday. We'd been wanting to try Nighthawk Breakfast Bar in Venice forever, but the idea of dragging ourselves to Venice on a Sunday seemed so unappealing. Who spends 35 minutes in the car for brunch, you know? After literally months of this, we bit the bullet and finally headed there. Predictably, it was amazing and we enjoyed chicken and biscuits, a brunch burger, Bloody Marys. The weather was so nice and we hadn't been to Venice since Christmas Day 2013, so we walked on the boardwalk for a bit before segueing to the canals.

We walked to the Hotel Erwin to check out a bar we knew of from Eye On LA, High Rooftop Lounge. It was shortly after 1pm and the sun was beating down, but there were patio umbrellas, sea breezes, and a front row seat to the expanse of Pacific. This is the type of place with table time limits and potentially a crowd that is... how should I say this... not "us"... but at that moment it was practically empty (though it filled up by the time our 2-hour table limit was up). We settled in with a drink.

At some point I wistfully said "I miss Hawaii." It had been a couple of months since our anniversary trip to Hawaii, which will probably go down as one of the top 10 trips I ever take, now or in the future, and something about that space reminded me of the balcony restaurants we ate at in Hawaii, staring at the Pacific from the other side. Immediately after I said it, I realized how ridiculous it was to express that sentiment while sitting in a lounge chair in Venice, CA. How many people would love to be able to do that, or how many people are back wherever they live, missing LA.

That point was further driven home when a Norwegian family sat at the loungers across from us. They were taking some pictures and I offered to take one of all three of them, the young-looking parents probably in their late 40s, and their teenage son. This is a tactic I learned from my mom - always offer to tourists to take their pictures, so they have a good impression of Los Angelenos and/or Americans. I have witnessed my mom take a picture for a group of rowdy Australians at Wurstkuche; I've done the same at the Griffith Observatory. After I took this family's picture, we talked a bit about where they'd traveled in America in their rented RV. "You're lucky to be so close to all this," the woman said, gesturing to the ocean and sky. I didn't mention the 35-minute drive and agreed that yes, we were.

At the end of our table limit, we said goodbye and that we hoped they'd enjoyed visiting the States. We meandered back through the canals to our car and the drive home, which probably took longer than 35 minutes.

It seemed like a normal Sunday afternoon at the time, and it was, but I wish I hadn't spent it pining for another day. Because now? I miss *that* day.

Some rich person has a sense of humor

Some rich person has a sense of humor

Sigh... 

Sigh... 

It's just a fond farewell to a friend.

 
The bar was so dark and I never took many/any pictures. This is from my milestone birthday.

The bar was so dark and I never took many/any pictures. This is from my milestone birthday.

Mindy Kaling says “A best friend isn’t a person, it’s a tier.” I feel that way about a lot of "bests" and "favorites" - I've never had just one best friend, favorite food, favorite drink, favorite park, favorite way to spend a Sunday, favorite bar.

My first favorite bar was Bigfoot Lodge (now distinguished by its Atwater location as Bigfoot Lodge East), where I first went shortly after coming of legal drinking age. Spent so many nights there with friends after shows at the Greek, or after doing something else but before we wanted to go home. I realize now that the log cabin motif, including an animatronic Smokey the Bear, was a hipster affectation, but at the time I thought it was amazing.

My favorite Boston bar was actually in Cambridge, called Charlie’s. The first time I went with my friend Rian, we saw Chuck Klosterman, whose reading we'd attended earlier nearby. He was waiting outside the bathroom and we spoke to him, awkwardly. This bar also had an outstanding jukebox where I once played the White Stripes "Black Math" and about 6 people instantly got up to leave.

I’ve had a lot of favorite bars. These days, if you asked me what my favorite bar was, depending on my mood I'd answer Seven Grand downtown, Tony’s Darts Away in Burbank, or Bar One in NoHo. But as of September 9th, I can no longer answer Bar One - it's gone. The owners have sold it to someone else.

The NoHo/Studio City area has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to bar and restaurant openings, with something new to get excited about on a constant basis. I’ve relished this for years now, always counting my blessings that I was in the center of so many cool places, attending the "soft opens" and thinking the good times would last forever. It never occurred to me that any place I loved could close down.

Bar One was open for 10 years and I was a customer there for 9 of them. In 2008, I went with Rian and Nick a few times - Nick knew of it, as he was the only Valley resident among us at the time. I always liked the vibe and the sangria. It was prior to the craft beer zeitgeist we’re currently living through, at least as far as I was concerned. I believe this was the first place I had Chimay and one of the places that expanded my beer horizons. It was tiny, it was red, it felt like a secret.

In 2010, my friend Jenny had this app called Happy Hour which would (surprise) find happy hours by your location. We were hanging out one random Thursday and it was an odd time, maybe 8:30, but Bar One was one of the few places with an extended happy hour. She’d never even heard of the place. It had been a while for me but I remembered the sangria, and we checked it out. I remember it being a sausage fest where some local weirdo with a proto-vape pen wouldn’t stop talking to us. But for some reason, we went again a few weeks later, it was completely different, and the love affair was born. The date was September 9, 2010 - 7 years to the day before they would close their doors. I know that because Facebook's "On this day" feature reminded me of some dashed-off status update I wrote at the time: "This place has the best music."

They also had the best beer list. It was small - they maybe had 10 taps to work with - but so thoughtful and original. Being spoiled as we are in LA with so many great places for beer, sometimes you can get a little jaded and think you’ve drunk it all. Bar One was consistently providing options I hadn’t tried, and I was always amazed at how quickly they cycled through different beers. You never saw the same list twice.

I had my 30th birthday party there and the band heckled me for yelling "WHOOO" too much. I went to vinyl night, Oktoberfest, trivia on Sundays. In 2013-ish I started a Valley craft beer group and had our 2nd outing there. More than being a group spot, I'll remember it as being a great place to talk. I’ve been there on more chill Fridays than I can count, at which point Edward and I either call it after 2 beers, or use it as a springboard to further hijinks.

It’s not the only bar I’ve ever visited by myself - being a business traveler, there's something you grow to love about sitting at the bar solo, eating dinner or enjoying a cocktail. I'm pretty sure it was the first bar I ever went to alone, though, and definitely the only one I've gone to alone in the last 5 years. The owners (a married couple) created a space where you could feel comfortable going by yourself, both from a social and a safety standpoint. The bartenders and patrons were all so friendly and cool. Since my preferred time to visit a bar tends to be at, like, 7pm (so I can be home early), I was sometimes the only customer and ended up getting into surprisingly real conversations with both owners.

For the last 4 or 5 years, it's felt like the closest thing I have to Cheers. It’s gonna be hard to get used to a life where if I’m bored on a Friday, I can’t go there.

After the new owners take it over and make it their own, I look forward to stopping by for a drink. It'll be different, and I hope I'll like it, and I'll always tip my glass to the place that was there before. And I'll pour some out for that place, anyone who ever poured me a pint, and all the wonderful times I had there.

My last pint - a Modern Times Black House.

My last pint - a Modern Times Black House.

All Summer 16.

I meant to start doing this earlier.

I've finally reached the point where I feel like I can't *not* document the fun stuff I do. This summer was seriously outstanding and has felt like it's lasted forever (though it's technically fall now). I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on:

The Wedding

Obviously! I will probably have a lot to say on this as I decide I want to write about different elements, but basically it was amazing and perfect. I was almost bummed that we had scheduled the honeymoon for immediately after the wedding (Sunday-night-technically-Monday-morning-after-a-Saturday-wedding situation), because we weren't able to truly relax and chill until we were in Mexico.

The Honeymoon

White night at Excellence Playa Mujeres.

White night at Excellence Playa Mujeres.

As I'd been yammering to everyone, I'd never been on a tropical vacation. I'd barely been on a *beach* vacation (other than trips to San Diego in 8th grade - which were fun, but don't have quite the cache of being in the Caribbean with warm water and a mango colada in your hand). Though my husband Edward and I are both more into active vacations where you see the sights and don't have much downtime, we both thought that we'd appreciate the laid-back honeymoon of an all-inclusive resort. It was very relaxing and a wonderful time (with AMAZING staffers), but I don't know if all-inclusives are my preferred vacation. Nonetheless, we are so glad we went and couldn't imagine any other honeymoon. We have a lifetime to take other vacations, but the forced relaxation of a beach honeymoon was perfect.

The Other Stuff

Seven Grand, Downtown LA.

Seven Grand, Downtown LA.

Some highlights, which I'll hopefully get around to writing about eventually:

  • The Lotus Festival at Echo Park Lake, and Bark in the Park
  • FYF Fest
  • Sufjan Stevens at the Hollywood Bowl
  • Rain Room at LACMA
  • Craft Beer Crawl
  • San Diego trip

Just in case I can't get to it: Rain Room isn't worth the hype! And Sufjan Stevens is the best.

More to come...