The next day I woke up and took the train to San Diego. Dansyl met me at the
Solana Beach station and insisted that we had to go to the Pancake House
for lunch. The menu was charming
with lots of options
and the history of the place
which caused Dansyl
to spend a lot of time studying their options. As is the true test
of a pancake house, the syrup was served warm
though it is hard to convey this in a photograph without heat sensing
web helper applications. Sylvia and I split this vegetable
omelette
while Dan's plain omelette
had already lost its puffiness but he had the pecan pancakes
while we had the plain (actually buttermilk) ones.
This is how Dan's plate looked
before he had dug in too far. I wasn't able to get a picture of the
waiter because they were busy responding to their beepers so that
they could get the pancakes out before the air ran out of them. But I did get
this fine specimen for my collection of hand washing signs
so it was not a totally lost experience.
After lunch, we drove to Carlsbad along this road
and decided to ignore this sign
so that we could go down to the beach
and watch the birds fly
as we observed the warning signs
and watched the surfers
out in the ocean. Sylvia decided to do some experimenting with
the camera to see if she could capture the perfect picture of
the squirrel's sign
while we all observed the law
and picked no vegetation. Along the sea wall, we ran into
this memorial
to some unfortunate possible surfer who didn't read the signs. Then
it was time for a pit stop with Sylvia posing on her side
while Dan had already gone in
his. On the way back, we captured this wonderful picture
of the birds at the surf and then noted that this van
was a real steal for the right owner. Once back in La Jolla,
Sylvia captured this picture of Dan and me
having this chat session
with Jane on the other coast. For some reason, I forgot to record the
wonderful dinner meal, perhaps it was tiredness. After dinner, we started
a game of O Hell that ended the next morning with me as the victor
as the scoresheet shows
and as you can see the deck
was not rigged. So, here is a picture of the proud winner.
The next event was lunch upstairs where you could order from the
left or right side of the menu
and I had an omelette
that could not compete with the meal of the day before while Rob had this
sandwich
Linda had this meal with 2 different kinds of potatoes
Anne had the filet
Irv had the New Yorker
Sylvia had the Caesar salad topped with salmon
and Dan had his sandwich
all well served by Aaron
the waiter. For dessert, the specialty was this swan dish
that didn't taste nearly as good as it looked though some chose to have cookies
instead.
After lunch, we repaired to their apartment where Rob
Anne
Dansyl
and Irv
posed for pictures and someone took this picture of Linda and me
managing to capture us despite lighting problems. There was more food
including this plate of fresh fruit
and this plate of dried fruit.
The cookies Linda had brought
looked better once they were unwrapped
but nothing could compete with the chocolates from Australia,
not even the nuts and flakes
the typically California fare. Despite all of the fingerprints,
we decided to subdivide the Autralian chocolate
to make sure it tasted as good as it looked. It had a filling with a
liqueur taste and a hint of cherry. And, as is always the case, pictures
show a better taste than reality.
Despite the day of eating, we still had to have dinner. We observed that
we hadn't been outside all day and so decided to walk to the Chinese
restaurant around the corner and across the street. The menu
had many fine offerings
and after I got my beer
Larry
Janet
Dan
and Sylvia
were ready to read the offerings so that we could choose a meal. We started
with Moo Shu vegetables
which the waitress prepared at our table
to yield this first one
while Dan took another picture
of her work to get the sauce and a different angle on the meal. The rest
of the meal was the sizzling dish
the specialty shrimp dish (that cost twice as much)
General Ts'o chicken
bean curd with excellent mushrooms
and this accompanying hot sauce
and two kinds of rice, fried
and steamed.
On the way back we recorded the flags on the apartment next door
where the guy with the MS from Princeton lives and the name plate
and mezzuzah
on apartment 206. I was sad to get up the next morning and head to the
airport for the next leg of the trip. It had been a very nice visit.
for lunch. The menu was charming
with lots of options
and the history of the place
which caused Dansyl
to spend a lot of time studying their options. As is the true test
of a pancake house, the syrup was served warm
though it is hard to convey this in a photograph without heat sensing
web helper applications. Sylvia and I split this vegetable
omelette
while Dan's plain omelette
had already lost its puffiness but he had the pecan pancakes
while we had the plain (actually buttermilk) ones.
This is how Dan's plate looked
before he had dug in too far. I wasn't able to get a picture of the
waiter because they were busy responding to their beepers so that
they could get the pancakes out before the air ran out of them. But I did get
this fine specimen for my collection of hand washing signs
so it was not a totally lost experience.
