John Steinbeck's Fudge and Candy Factory
John Steinbeck's Fudge and Candy Factory
The glory of Cannery Row. I found this sign out front oddly fascinating and in sheer contrast of my perception of Steinbeck. It would be like watching Marilyn Manson do stand up comedy or Stephan King singing ballad love songs. I'm not saying Steinbeck couldn't have enjoyed making candy, I'm just saying I would check the Belgian nut cluster for bourbon and cyanide.
Contrast was the theme of the vacation. Later that same day, we stopped at a shamelessly themed restaurant called "Bubba Gump Shrimp". I was more than amused to watch these 2 small boys sitting at a table in the bar, their mom tossing back her 3rd chardonnay, while Forrest is getting to 2nd base with Jenny in the background. A family diner based on a rated "R" movie. When do we get to have Justin's birthday party at "Saw's Funhouse"?
We rented a convertible for the drive. You might think this is unnecessary, but it was a LONG drive and we took Highway 1 for as much of it as we could. It was a little chilly, but we really didn't care. We turned on the heater so we could have the top down. Yeah, I know. Still don't care. Then, as a last line of defense before ever having to actually put the top up, Mike reminded me we had heated seats. Heated seats!!! Shut up!! Why sit on a blanket, or have a heater blowing warmed air on you, when you could spread this warmth from the ass up? That's the greatest thing ever!!
There were a ton of families everywhere in both Carmel and Monterey. Although we demand tolerance when we are one of those families, we have little patience when we are sans kids. We noticed a family of 4 passing in front of us fearlessly on one of the countless crosswalks. This man was sporting quite the pony tail, carrying a huge purse, and holding the leashes of 2 of the groomest poodles you've ever seen. Mike and I were laughing so loud, I'm sure he could hear us. It would have been SO forgivable if he were actually gay. The fact that he was with his wife and 2 daughters indicated he had given up all hope. He had to have traded his manhood for those poodles, or perhaps he was just carrying it in his purse.
Driving home, slightly guilty of the rich food and beach-lounging, we passed these bicyclists. They weren't just bicyclists, these people were hard core in full gear, carrying bags with sleeping bags, some matches, rice, and a great big smile. Are you kidding me? Be gone from my sight, you self-sufficient green hippies of guilt! My ass is getting cold, and I just can't bring myself to heat my seat while you are peddling and smiling and looking all healthy. Demons!!
Yes, we had a wonderful time. Yes, we ate amazing food and saw amazing art and will make this trip again. The moral of the story is, of course, that I will learn to make the perfect red wine sangria.
Cheers!!!
The glory of Cannery Row. I found this sign out front oddly fascinating and in sheer contrast of my perception of Steinbeck. It would be like watching Marilyn Manson do stand up comedy or Stephan King singing ballad love songs. I'm not saying Steinbeck couldn't have enjoyed making candy, I'm just saying I would check the Belgian nut cluster for bourbon and cyanide.
Contrast was the theme of the vacation. Later that same day, we stopped at a shamelessly themed restaurant called "Bubba Gump Shrimp". I was more than amused to watch these 2 small boys sitting at a table in the bar, their mom tossing back her 3rd chardonnay, while Forrest is getting to 2nd base with Jenny in the background. A family diner based on a rated "R" movie. When do we get to have Justin's birthday party at "Saw's Funhouse"?
We rented a convertible for the drive. You might think this is unnecessary, but it was a LONG drive and we took Highway 1 for as much of it as we could. It was a little chilly, but we really didn't care. We turned on the heater so we could have the top down. Yeah, I know. Still don't care. Then, as a last line of defense before ever having to actually put the top up, Mike reminded me we had heated seats. Heated seats!!! Shut up!! Why sit on a blanket, or have a heater blowing warmed air on you, when you could spread this warmth from the ass up? That's the greatest thing ever!!
There were a ton of families everywhere in both Carmel and Monterey. Although we demand tolerance when we are one of those families, we have little patience when we are sans kids. We noticed a family of 4 passing in front of us fearlessly on one of the countless crosswalks. This man was sporting quite the pony tail, carrying a huge purse, and holding the leashes of 2 of the groomest poodles you've ever seen. Mike and I were laughing so loud, I'm sure he could hear us. It would have been SO forgivable if he were actually gay. The fact that he was with his wife and 2 daughters indicated he had given up all hope. He had to have traded his manhood for those poodles, or perhaps he was just carrying it in his purse.
Driving home, slightly guilty of the rich food and beach-lounging, we passed these bicyclists. They weren't just bicyclists, these people were hard core in full gear, carrying bags with sleeping bags, some matches, rice, and a great big smile. Are you kidding me? Be gone from my sight, you self-sufficient green hippies of guilt! My ass is getting cold, and I just can't bring myself to heat my seat while you are peddling and smiling and looking all healthy. Demons!!
Yes, we had a wonderful time. Yes, we ate amazing food and saw amazing art and will make this trip again. The moral of the story is, of course, that I will learn to make the perfect red wine sangria.
Cheers!!!