We started Saturday with more furniture shopping. We spent the afternoon in SOMA at Room and Whatever...I forget the name. Found stuff we liked, but we've not exactly settled on whether or not we want the sectional or couch w/ottoman or a combination of both.
Fatass is starting to get hungry...and parched. Was Shoppy-Poppy tired? Nope, not even a little. So, Fatass had to start whining to get her "special occasion" and some food. First, we hit Hotel Utah. Fatass had the chili and Hot-Diggity-Dog-Poppy had the Neiman Ranch hot dog.
From there we headed to HP Buttercup. That name might be wrong too. Here, I'm deciding whether or not I like the chandelier trapped in some ball thing. Kidding, I'm so freakin tired of shopping I needed a break. A few minutes later I was sleeping.
Time for another "special occasion"!
We stopped in at The District. Very nice place. The bartendress, Jennifer, was great! She turned us on to a bunch of great wines too. If you're like us, we tend to like our wine on the minerally side. Farmer-Poppy likes to call it "barnyardy". I like to call it "poopy".
Here it is...Chateau La Poop!
Since we were just tasting, we asked how much it was...$48 for the bottle! I'm thinking you can find it at K&L for a wee cheaper.
Since we were in the SOMA district, I'm starting to feel all artsie fartsie...Say, how about an episode of Kecky's Kurb Art?
I call this Poppy-Under-Glass:
Here's Leafy Concrete:
Lathtly, Seasells Down By The Seasore:
Moving onto Sunday...we'd bought tickets for the Oyster and Fog Festival in Valley Ford. We decided to take the scenic drive up Highway 1. Evidently, so did everyone else. We reached our destination. Not exactly sure what the set up of this was going to be; we were pleasantly surprised to find that it was in Valley Ford Hotel's back courtyard. Very nice! We didn't have any oysters cause this place was a giant rip...$8 for a plastic cup of wine, $10 for a marg. Crazy! The first band that played was really good so Two-Stepp'n-Poppy and I hit the dance floor. Poor Poppy's toes. She's smiling through the pain...
Here are our new drunk friends, Mike and DeeDee doin' a little dirty dancing!
They were really fun and hung out with us for the remainder of the day.
So now it was time for dinner. We decided to go to the little Italian place across the street. I can't remember the name...I hope I never do, either. What a pit. I get it's a small tourist town, but c'mon people! Besides the food being bad, the wait staff served everything from these weird rolling carts. The kind of cart that the bus-staff would use to clear a table...and they made this really loud rolling noise.
Here's what the inside of the place looked like and here's our crappy waiter. I'm sure he's nice person, but when he served the food, it was almost like he'd roll the cart by and toss the food on the table.
Um, I don't get the leprechaun collection. Kind of creepy.
Mmmm, Minestrone soup:
Mmmm, I'm lying. Who puts ground beef in minestrone soup? Is that really an Italian thing? I don't think so. But what do I know, I'm German.
Here's my most boring steak-n-potato in the whole wide world.
A little seasoning can make all the difference! I'm tempted to travel with a jar of Kecky's Steak Shake. Pasta-Poppy had the spaghetti and meatballs. The only thing she said about it was "I'm full."
Enough said...
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