My dad flew in to San Francisco from the east coast on Saturday. From the airport we went straight to the Tadich Grill, the self proclaimed oldest restaurant in the city, but more importantly a place where we could lunch on dungeness crab cocktail and grilled petrale sole.
We won’t be getting much seafood on our cross country road trip so we decided to fill up.
Yesterday we made the trip from SF through Bakersfield and LA to the desert oasis of Palm Springs.
What we thought was going to be a Holiday Inn turned out to be the newly converted and infinitely more swanky Saguaro.
This cross country road trip is a first for both of us.
From now on, speed enforced by aircraft