the world is your acorn

On Wednesday, Lady E. and I drove to Williams, AZ, an hour South of the Grand Canyon. We got there in time to hang out a little in Williams, a cute little town, before we hit the hay for an early morning wakeup to see the sun rise. It was cold, but beautiful.

Roswell: bizarre place. We didn’t really do our homework and see the things you are supposed to see. Instead we went to Target, had dinner, and beered up at the hotel bar while catching up on email and such.

Albuquerque: difficult to spell. We stopped for lunch here on our way to the Grand CanyonWe checked out Roadfood.com and discovered that we must go to Route 66 Diner along “historic Route 66,” so we did. Quite delicious, and cheap. Lady E. went with Frito Pie (her first), and I had a green chile cheeseburger. And, of all the delightful finds, Red Cream Soda, which Lady E. has been hunting for years.

So, from Austin we headed to Waco to see Peaches. We had a fantastic time sampling the local fare and happy hours. We also went bowling, one of my all time favorite activities that I rarely get to partake in.

It’s true, I’m a few days behind on updating. But, frankly, I’m lazy.

Lady E. and I are on our way to San Diego. She’s moving there, and I’ve joined up for the ride starting from Nashville. Tonight we were in New Orleans.

[via AfterEllen]

I wanted sushi so badly when we went to San Diego that I made The Little Red Haired Girl and Mrs. Superhero go twice. The first time was ok, but the second time, at Ichiban on the Rocks, was freaking delicious. We had escaped conventionland on the bus to explore the Hillcrest Neighborhood for the afternoon, and sort of randomly picked this place. We were nervous because it was in a strip mall, but the urban spoon reviews were decent, so we went for it. Are we ever glad we did. The lady serving us was super cute and friendly, and we ordered 3 somewhat unconventional rolls and a tuna nigiri with quail egg on top. Everything we ordered was fantastic. I wish I could remember what anything was called.

Ichiban on the Rocks
1288 University Ave
San Diego, CA 92104
(619) 220-0009

Trapped in conventionland in San Diego last week, The Little Red Haired Girl and I went to Sevilla (warning: obnoxious flash site), a tapas restaurant. When our server recommended to us every item on the menu that we found totally uninteresting like the empanadas and tuna tartare (nothing against those items, we were just more interested in items that we can’t normally find), we were nervous. But we ordered what we wanted anyway, and loved every bite. We picked the ceviche, tortilla, pulpo a la gallega, and manila clams ajillo. After trying the clams we ordered a loaf of bread to soak up the clam juice, it was so delicious. For dessert we had some sort of espresso creme brulee that turned out to be pretty good too. Even though it was wicked touristy feeling, we ended up really enjoying our meal there.

These were good, mild but just flavorful enough. I think we had them on matzah, but I don’t really remember. We’ve started having canned fish for lunch on Sundays as a quick, cheap way to eat light after having a late breakfast but needing to refuel in between errand running. There’s a whole world of canned fish out there, and we’re trying both Western and Eastern styles. So far, no disappointments.

drink every time:

• commentators say “wade trophy winner” or “all-american” or “best player in the country” in reference to Maya Moore
• commentators have an orgasm over how awesome Maya Moore is
• they talk about UConn wanting to win the game for Montgomery
• they talk about Tina Charles’s potential to be the best center in the world or how Geno treats her
• they talk about Angel McCoughtry’s struggle for long range shots during the tournament
• they talk about Byrd’s inexperience as a point guard
• they talk about Walz’s accomplishments in his short time at Louisville
• a player explodes into some sort of full-bodied adrenaline-inspired fist-pump equivalent celebration
• they show past UConn stats or reference the team’s current undefeatedness
• someone says “deuce”
• they talk about a Louisville player who is not McCoughtry, Bingham, or Burke
• when they advertise Rebecca Lobo’s twitter account

(watch out, just the 2 Maya Moore categories themselves will have you plastered before the half.)