Um…Yea, that just happened
There often comes a time when a person says to themselves, “Did that just happen?”. This day was filled with these moments, and I think the day warrants a little more detail than the previous couple posts.
The day started out pretty unassuming. We checked out of our vomit-smelling room in Santa Cruz, and went on search for breakfast. We ended up finding a goldmine when we walked into a cafe bakery called Buttery. We ordered a croissant sandwich and a Croque Monsieur and picked up some bakery items for Mark and David who we were on our way to pick up from the San Francisco Airport.
The airport pickup when fairly smoothly. Our next stop on the map was Yountville, CA, Just a few miles north of Napa in wine country. About ten miles out the general concensus was that we were hungry and wanted a taco, so we pulled off the highway and found immediately found a taco truck. We also found that David’s wallet had gone missing sometime between the time he ordered a bloody mary on the plane and getting in our car. After a lot of phone calls, and a drive back to the airport, the wallet still hasn’t turned up. So now david is our child for a few days while we wait for his roommate to next day air his passport from New York.
After the a little while of wallet hunting, we headed north towards Napa. We decided it would be a good idea to calm our nerves with a drink, so we pulled off the highway again and found a small dive bar named “Town House” for a cold one. This is where we met Marco. Marco greeted us with a flamboyand “Hey boys” and shortly after serving our drinks brought over four shots of “hot Sex” on the house. Lady Gaga was plugged into the jukebox and then another man at the bar bought us a round of drinks. It was about this time that I realized that we were at a gay bar and they were pretty excited to see new customers that were both A) not locals and B) younger than 50. I believe we actually paid for about one drink each, but got four or five, as well as a bowl of microwave popcorn. Walking out of this place definatley left us with “did that just happen?”
We arrived in Yountville and found the Napa Valley Lodge where we’re staying. I won’t go into detail on this, just believe me when I say it’s beautiful.
We went for a walk down the street, ate some oysters, and strolled past the French Laundry Gardens. On the way back, we decided to pick up a bottle of wine to take back to the hotel drink while playing a game of Bocce ball. What we got when we walked in was far from what we expected. The store owners and workers and a couple of locals were circled around the desk doing a wine-tasting with themselves. Our new friends started chatting it up with us, and placed a glass and six bottles of wine in front of us and offered us to help ourselves. They had clearly started their wine tasting quite some time ago. We made some friends and got some good tips about where to go tomorrow, but the best thing that came out of this stop can be seen in the video below.
We got a tip that the chefs at the French Laundry really appreciate it when a customer brings in a pack of cold beer for them, so Alyssa and I stopped in at a market on the walk home and got five 750ml bottles of really good beer. The unfortunate part of this story was that on the walk home, both handles of the paper bag they were nestled in broke off in my hand, and four of the bottles came crashing down on the sidewalk in front of a fine dining restaurant. Perhaps one of the saddest sights I’ve ever seen.
After some low-key time at our hotel resting up and playing a couple games of Bocce Ball, we suited up on our jackets and ties and walked back down the the
French Laundry for a meal like no other meal. This is a seriously classy joint, and although each plate is a tiny, perfectly plated piece of art, after nine or ten of them and a few glasses of wine, we were all in food coma.
