We’ve suffered a great deal of loss in both 2019 and 2020. In fulfilling the commitment to take care of our parents and give back to them everything they so generously gave to us, we’ve spent the past few years practically living in intensive care units, emergency rooms, waiting rooms, other small rooms (the ones they take you to when they have nothing good to say), and fluorescent lit and underemployed rehabilitation centers. We are tired, exhausted really, and we feel somewhat medically trained. We are now equipped with a depth of knowledge we’d never expected to have, all due to prepping for and engaging in anxiety ridden conversations with those who really are medically trained, those we’ve put our trust in to keep our loved ones, our parents, alive and well. We are ashamed to say it out loud, that we are tired, for it is they who have fought battles harder than we’ve ever had to face. We can only hope we have been as strong for them.

It is evident then with all this time spent traveling to and from hospitals, that we’ve spent little time actually traveling. In the past year, we spent, without exaggeration, around 80 nights in hotel rooms in Baltimore City and its surrounding suburbs. I could write a guide book to eating well during an extended stay at Johns Hopkins Hospital, and I’m currently writing a detailed and emotionally wrought narrative on what happens when a routine surgical procedure goes terribly wrong. I can write about things I’d rather not write about and now, I have all the time to do so. It is just when we could technically push play on travel again that we are mostly stuck inside our home hiding from Covid.

On July 18, 2020 we celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary in Newport, Rhode Island, eating an overly priced, but otherwise delicious dinner while overlooking the off ramp of a busy, Rhode Island highway. More on that in a few minutes. The truth is, we were supposed to be in Sorrento, Italy. 10 years ago while on our honeymoon, we walked the winding path lined with lemon trees to the charming town below, declaring with almost every step that we’d return to this perfectly picturesque town on our 10th anniversary. We’d never dreamed that a global pandemic would put a halt to those plans, nor did we ever expect to be banned from entering Europe.

We are not well-versed in New England, and we had never been to Newport, Rhode Island. We’d heard it was beautiful, and my research had proven that to be true. With every Relais & Châteaux property I perused, I fell in love with the elegance and the rugged coastline views, to only then fall over in shock at the price for just a one night stay in one of these rooms.

I will admit that we haven’t left the house much since March, and we are only now feeling somewhat comfortable venturing out. We are hardcore maskers who trust the word of Dr. Fauci and believe that science is real and that humans should rely on it. Without getting political, we feel lucky to live in a state that has taken this pandemic seriously and is not rushing to reopen. We also acknowledge that businesses are suffering greatly, so we’ve put all of our efforts into buying local, ordering as much take-out as we can eat from our favorite restaurants, and tipping generously. We outdoor dine at places that demonstrate that they are responsible, and we wear our masks when waiters and waitresses approach our table. They deserve to be protected too.

So I mention all of this because while we are yearning to travel the world like we used to, we are anxious about doing so. When you’ve spent almost an entire year watching someone you love go on and off and back on a ventilator, you realize that you would never want to be on one. It stresses us out to think that irresponsibly touching our face or breathing closely next to someone else might put us or someone we love in a situation like that. And that has been enough to keep us home.

Then we got bored, and we decided it might be okay, maybe even safe, to go to New England.

Before we left for Rhode Island, I started following their governor on Twitter. I even signed up for her daily emails. I wanted to be informed and it helped me feel better to know we were one of the few states allowed to enter without a required quarantine.

Newport is lovely. The people are friendly, the food is divine, and the coastline is the kind of place you go to when you want to forget about your suffering and just be quiet. Or have a good cup of coffee.

We realize that during our short stay and the current circumstances, that we didn’t experience all that Newport has to offer. But we can tell you about what we did see and what delicious things we ate while we were there. We can only hope to return when life and travel gets back to normal.

Newport Marriott

For the past few years, we’ve been SPG Platinum and then Bonvoy Platinum, and as a result of the number of nights we’ve put in in the past year, we have now reached Titanium status. While we were saddened to see SPG go, and were skeptical about becoming Marriott people, we are happy to report that we are quite pleased with the new arrangement and have found the Marriott experience to be delightful.

The Newport Marriott was beyond our expectations. Clean, bright, and situated right on the harbor, it was the perfect location for two people looking to explore downtown Newport. The safety protocol put in place to protect its guests was apparent from the minute we walked in the door, with hand sanitizer stations, masked employees and guests, and an easy check-in experience with the added protection of plexiglass at the front desk.

We only stayed one night, but I wish we’d stayed here the whole time. It was an easy walk to all of the restaurants and shops with a convenient location and a view that screamed, “You’ve arrived in Newport. Check out these sailboats!”

Surf Club, Newport

This is the first place we stopped to have a drink and take in our surroundings. After a four hour drive and a GPS that took us over the George Washington Bridge, the Surf Club’s outdoor venue was an inviting space for us to pull up a chair, sip an ice cold Narragansett, and take a deep breath. We didn’t eat here, but we salivated at the look of the food at nearby tables.

Midtown Oyster Bar

A few days after my mother-in-law’s surgery that went horribly wrong, I promised her that I wouldn’t eat another raw oyster until she got better and could eat them with me. I kept that promise from July 1, 2019 to July 16, 2020. Although I was tempted on several occasions, I did not indulge in any oysters for over a year. I hoped with all my might that we’d get to share a cold plate of oysters with her again, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Midtown Oyster Bar didn’t see me coming, but I had an oyster craving that needed to be fulfilled and this was just the place to get me the goods. 2 dozen oysters and a bottle of crisp, white wine on their upstairs deck was what seemed to be the most appropriate introduction to Rhode Island I could have ever arranged. I just wish my mother-in-law was there to slurp those salty mollusks with me.

Salvation Cafe

This is one of my favorite finds on this trip. I found it through the extensive research I do prior to going on any trip, and for some reason, I felt gravitated towards eating here. I am so glad we took the chance on this place because the quality of the food was superb and the outdoor dining was so cozy. Here we had the best fried calamari that we’ve ever had, and a fish burrito that provided just the right combination of carbs and fish to coat my belly after all of those oysters.

The Black Pearl

I know everyone says that the clam chowder here is the best clam chowder there is, and that’s because it’s true. It’s damn near perfect, actually. If you haven’t had clam chowder here, then you haven’t had clam chowder. The broth is creamy but light, and the clams are chopped and numerous. I mean, more numerous then you’d expect for a cup of soup. It will blow your mind, and after a rain soaked walk along the coast, it’s the only thing you need.

Nomi Park

Oh, Nomi Park. This is a tough one to write about. I told you I’d get back to that overpriced yet delicious dinner that overlooked the off ramp of a busy Rhode Island highway. Nomi Park’s food and cocktails are phenomenal, but the prices are steep. It’s a newly opened restaurant that’s part of the newly opened Wayfinder Hotel. The Wayfinder is an old hotel that has been renovated into a chic, exceptionally well-designed boutique hotel. This is where we stayed for the remainder of our trip, and well, we learned a very good lesson. Don’t stay at hotels that have only been open a few months.

While it is situated outside of downtown Newport, adjacent to a closed casino and that busy off-ramp, the Wayfinder’s Instagram, website, and glowing reviews will have you saying and justifying to yourself, “It’s okay that it’s not downtown. There is a pool, and cute rooms, and an overly inviting lobby.” No, it’s not the Relais & Châteaux, and well, it’s not even the Newport, Marriott, but it’s different with definite potential. It’s just not ready yet. They are definitely experiencing some growing pains, and I’m always hesitant to write negatively about a place on our blog. I will reserve my judgment for now (they did open during a global pandemic) and just say this: give this place some time before booking. One day, I could see it being great (it’s just going to take a few years).

The restaurant is serving up quality food though, and because you can’t eat anywhere else without driving or getting a Lyft, you are tempted to eat there frequently. We were never disappointed with our meals, and the sardines were one of my favorite things I ate while visiting Newport. Served in a tin, the sardines are presented like tuna salad, only prepared with a delicious saffron aioli, crisp celery, and grilled sourdough. It was truly one of the best things I ate on the whole trip.

Cliff Walk and Ocean Drive

Paul and I can never avoid the rain when we travel, and Rhode Island proved to be another one of those trips where it poured on our parade. We traveled Ocean Drive and then walked the Cliff Walk in the rain, without the raincoats that we always pack, but, unfortunately, forgot to pack. We returned the next morning to walk it in the opposite direction, and the sunshine made all the difference. The mansions on this walk are quite extravagant, and we got an education in finally realizing where Salve Regina College is located.

So, Newport, it wasn’t the trip we dreamed of, but it was something more than what we expected. We hope to see you again, unmasked. Until then, I will continue to gawk at your Relais & Châteaux offerings and your luxurious sailboats from afar, with hopes of someday seeing you again, in a white adirondack chair, sipping a cocktail on “the lawn.”

Hi everybody…Paul here!  As you may have surmised, Michelle and I have not been doing much traveling and therefore, have neglected our blog. We are grounded for the foreseeable future due to family health issues. So, I decided to put up weekly photos to keep our blog alive. Michelle is busy working, so you will have to deal with my lousy writing for a while…sorry about that! Once we hit the road again, Michelle will be back at the helm here, and I will be back behind the camera.

This image was taken on my ride in to work in Belmar, New Jersey. I retired this past June, and for 28 of my 29 working years, I always took the most direct route to my place of employment. I suppose I was always worried about getting to work early and thinking of only my job during that time.  This past September I decided I would stop and smell the roses (or sea air as it were) and drove in every morning by the beach. I wonder how many great scenes I missed over those 28 years? 

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For a couple of years now we’ve been quietly stashing away points in our United airlines app for the trip of a lifetime: Japan.  Once we’d accumulated enough points to obtain two roundtrip tickets from Newark to Tokyo, we paid the $100 in taxes and fees and finally booked the flight.  It would turn out to be one of the best decisions of our lives.

On June 23rd, we Ubered to the Marriot Newark Airport to begin our long awaited journey to Japan.  Sitting at the hotel bar, we toasted to our upcoming adventure and prepared ourselves for the 14 hour flight ahead. We were excited for the unknown, our first trip to Asia, and for the opportunities and challenges that come with visiting a new country.  We have always found joy in learning how to navigate foreign city streets, trains, and subways, and to get to do this in Japan would be the ultimate test.

We practically skipped into the airport the next morning with two upgrades to Polaris Business Class, a last minute offer from United that we just couldn’t refuse.  To travel to Japan with lay down seats, plush pillows and blankets, socks, slippers, amenity kits, and first class service was a luxurious dream come true.

It was in the United Polaris lounge that we were alerted that our direct flight was no longer direct and being diverted to San Francisco.  Unsure of how a flight gets diverted before it even takes off, we later learned at the gate that due to the high temperatures in NJ that day and the weight and balance restrictions for airplanes, we’d have to stop at SFO to refuel.  To go direct, United would have to remove 30 people and their respective luggage from the plane.  In order to avoid that, we needed to make a pit stop.  No need to deplane; just land, fuel up, restock, and go.  18 hours later, after a few naps, and a dinner over the Pacific, we’d make our final descent into Tokyo.

Upon arrival at Haneda Airport, we were giddy with excitement.  We successfully used the ATM to get some Yen, and purchased train tickets into the city to transfer to the subway.  We felt a little overwhelmed by our initial glance at the subway map, but it was easy to learn and we quickly became well-versed in Japanese train travel.  The trains and subways all across Japan were efficient and clean, easy to navigate, and extremely quiet.  Rail transportation in Japan appeared to us as strikingly different from the rail service we are accustomed to in the United States, and also different from our rail experiences throughout Europe.  From our first ride, we learned that people do not talk on Japanese trains.  The stations and train cars, while packed with people coming and going, are silent.  It was a nice and welcoming change for us, and we enjoyed each and every ride as a delightfully peaceful respite from the intense heat and humidity that comes with visiting Japan in the summertime.

It was hot, very hot.  The kind of steamy heat that you can see in the air.  Traditionally there are less tourists in Japan in the summer due to the heat, although we did encounter quite a few in Shibuya Crossing and Kyoto.  In Tokyo, you could find the tourists riding their Mario Karts in silly costumes through the most crowded intersection in the city (Shibuya Crossing).  In Kyoto, you could spot them posing in kimonos and wooden shoes hoping to influence their thousands of Instagram followers.  We were the ones walking the streets (we averaged over 17,000 steps a day), sampling the food, and trying to catch a bit of relief from the air conditioning that pumps from the entrances of the convenience stores.  Just looking at any tourist in a kimono made us burst into flames, and we’d then have to stop for a beer to rehydrate. 

Due to the heat, we did a lot of our sightseeing in the early morning.  It was still over 80 degrees at 7AM, but a bit more tolerable without the intensity of the afternoon sun.  The jet lag was real, but it got us up and out early before the crowds hit some of the most visited temples and shrines.

We took five food tours in Japan all with the same company, Ninja Food Tours.  We found them online, and while they had excellent reviews, they’d also taken Phil Rosenthal on a tour on his show Somebody Feed Phil, so I knew they had to be a pretty reputable company.  In Tokyo, we took their Izakaya Tour with our tour guide, Taiga, who took us on a whirlwind trip through Shinjuku for yakitori (grilled chicken skewers), sashimi, gyoza, and tonkatsu (Japanese pork cutlet).  It was a delicious and exciting adventure into places we’d never find on our own, and it was interesting to talk to Taiga about his experience growing up in Japan. We did this tour after a very generous sake tasting also provided by Ninja Food Tours.  Here we learned all about how sake is made and tried 6 different sakes.  We are still amazed that we were able to make it to the food tour after so many liquid samples.

We also took the Tsukiji Fish Market tour where we sampled our first Japanese rolled omelette, sushi piled high with three different cuts of tuna, fresh mandarin juice, fried tuna bites, ramen, iced matcha with green plum, and rice cake pastries stuffed with red bean paste and strawberries.  While most of the fish market had restrictions on taking photos, the experience remains vivid in our minds as we passed stalls piled high with wild species of fish and oysters the size of our hands.  The tuna was tender like butter, and we officially declared we’d ruined ourselves for ever eating sushi at home again.  And wasabi, that’s a green plant in Japan.  You can buy it at the fish market and it’s grated.  It’s not horseradish dyed green with food coloring like we get at most places in America.  Yes, if you love sushi, you might want to read that again.

One of the things that we were eager to try when we got to Japan was the ramen.  It was certainly something we had to talk ourselves into since a large piping hot bowl of soup didn’t seem like the kind of thing capable of cooling us down in the oppressive summer heat.  But everyone eats it, no matter what the weather or time of day, with people lined up at ramen shops patiently and quietly waiting to buy their tickets and gain their spots in front of a bowl of noodles.  Ramen in Japan comes in a great number of varieties, and since we weren’t sure which one we wanted to try first, we headed to Tokyo Station’s Ramen Street where about eight ramen shops are situated next to each other, each offering a different kind of ramen, many from a specific region of Japan.  It was hard to decide which ramen shop to pick, but after scoping each of them out, we decided our first ramen tasting would be Shio Ramen Senmon Hirugao, a little restaurant offering a umami packed salt based ramen.  While wiping our foreheads of sweat, we approached the ticket machine to purchase our ramen tickets, and we set forth to our table where we slurped our noodles and found solace in the most delicious bowl of soup we’d ever had the pleasure of eating.  With a sliced egg floating atop the rich broth revealing its bright orange center, and soft dumplings nestled next to thin slices of pork, it was heaven in a bowl.  

That reminds me to mention that some of the best places to eat and shop can be found in the train stations.  They are filled with food stalls, restaurants, and department stores.  The bathrooms are clean and the food is delicious, something we can hardly say about many of the train stations we’ve visited in other places we’ve traveled.

We also took a photography tour in Tokyo where a local photographer took us to Shibuya Crossing, one of the most crowded parts of the city, to try our hand at some slow motion photography.  This tour was through Aperture Tours and they provide photography tours around the world.  This was our first time taking one of their tours and we found it fun and informative.  It was an adventure as we traversed the busiest intersection in Japan and stood in the middle of traffic with a tripod to capture the chaos around us. We also did this at the bottom of a busy escalator as crowds of people traveled up and down from one of the many department stores.  It was like standing still in Times Square, something we don’t ever do, and we have to say it was a pretty wild experience.

However, we were happy to return to our hotel which was off the beaten path in the Gotanda neighborhood, a quiet area that we’d recommend to anyone visiting Tokyo for the first time.  We stayed at the OMO5 Gotanda, a new hotel situated on the top floors of a building that welcomes you with a food hall on its first floor.  Yes, we know how to pick the right places to stay, don’t we?  The hotel itself also has a lovely outdoor patio and a great restaurant that serves onigiri for breakfast, which became one of our favorite snacks in Japan.

Onigiri is a Japanese rice ball wrapped in a seaweed jacket of sorts and comes in a variety of sizes with many options for fillings.  They can be found in every convenient store, train station, and sometimes in restaurants made to order.  It doesn’t matter where you buy one or what it is filled with, it’s absolutely delicious and light.  Our favorite was the tuna mayonnaise version which tasted a lot like our version of tuna salad in America wrapped in rice and seaweed.  It was addictive.

Speaking of convenient stores, Japan cherishes their 7-11’s and Lawsons, a store similar to a 7-11.  You can find one on practically every street and they serve better quality food than you would ever find in an American convenient store.  The number one item we went there for was the egg salad sandwich, a snack that Anthony Bourdain used to get at Lawsons whenever he visited Japan.  We were told that the 7-11 version was better so of course we felt obligated to do a taste test.  We didn’t come to any grand conclusions other than we thought both were delicious.  It’s served on white bread with the crusts cut off and contains just egg and Japanese mayo.  It’s delicious and a bit addicting, and it surely stinks up a hotel fridge when you bring them back to your room.  But worth it, totally worth it.

After a few days in Tokyo, we packed up and headed to Kyoto via bullet train.  Before leaving, we had to pick up a bento box for the ride.  It’s almost a requirement to pick up a bento box for the train as every store in the train station sells them and they come in every shape and size and are filled with all sorts of food.  They are usually eaten cold, but they do have some self-heating varieties where you pull a string and it warms up the box of food.  They kind of remind you of cold tv dinners, with better quality food inside.  We picked up two bento boxes for the ride along with two cold beers and “sort of enjoyed them” while riding the fastest and quietest train we’d ever had the pleasure of riding.  The bento boxes were not the most satisfying meal. We got a rice and fried chicken bento box and a Chinese dumpling version and while it wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t great either.  Cold chicken and cold dumplings aren’t really our thing, and we agreed that that would be our last bento box for the duration of the trip.

In Kyoto, on our first night, we stayed in a traditional ryokan inn.  At a traditional inn, you have to remove your shoes at the door and put on the slippers waiting for you. You sleep on a traditional tatami mat on what the Japanese call a futon, which is really just a thin mattress atop the tatami mat.  At this ryokan, we had an extremely large room containing all of the modern day amenities with a luxurious shower room and bathroom.  Sleeping on the tatami mat was a bit hard to get used to as it was extremely flat and hard.  The pillow was the most disconcerting part of the whole experience as it felt like our heads were sleeping on a bag of uncooked rice.  We awoke in the morning thankful that we’d be moving to a hotel, but eager in anticipation for the traditional breakfast that would be set up in our room.  When that time came, the staff entered our room, removed our futons and set up a large table where we had slept.  They then presented us with a delicious breakfast containing miso soup, rolled omelettes, rice, fish, pickled vegetables and fruit with cups of green tea.  Even with all of that food, the breakfast was filling and light and kept us energized for the rest of the day.

Our second hotel in Kyoto was the Granbell Hotel Kyoto, another place that I would highly recommend for your first visit to this city.  It offered a lot more comfort in a smaller room, and we enjoyed the lobby and bar where the bartender was fun to talk with each day.

We took two food tours in Kyoto, one at night and one at the Nishiki Market during the day.  On the night tour, we were with a lovely family from Seattle and their teenage boys kept us laughing the entire evening.  One of them got talked into eating an eyeball of the fish head early in the tour, and while we all cringed as he chewed and chewed, he enjoyed the challenge.  The Kyoto night tour consisted of mostly vegetables as Kyoto is known for this type of cuisine.  Kyoto is also known for its good water, so tofu is big here.  The tofu and tofu skin that we sampled was some of the best tofu we’ve ever eaten.  And, the tofu doughnuts stole the entire show for the night tour as we both declared them our favorite bite.

On the Nishiki Market tour, we were with a family from New York City.  On this tour, we were challenged to eat a small purple octopus in which the head was filled with a quail egg.  Out of 7 people on the tour, only three committed to this challenge.  We were two of the idiots who agreed to this, and we ultimately regretted it as it was totally gross.  We were also told that it’s not even a Kyoto food, but something they sell to tourists in the market.  Not a proud moment for either one of us.  On this tour we learned a lot about mackerel and how it needs to be cooked or pickled in order to avoid parasites.  This is something we found out after we ate it as sushi, but then were told it was pickled so we’d be fine.  We could have used that information before we ate it, but alas, we are still alive and well.  This is also the tour that we got to try our first taste of wagyu beef, served like sushi over rice, but cooked rare.  It was delicious and probably our favorite bite of this tour.

Next to our hotel in Kyoto we found a tiny gyoza restaurant that we later learned had just opened a few weeks prior.  We ate at this restaurant three times!  The food was delicious and the staff were so kind.  The gyoza were like little pillows of love filled with garlic, ginger, or chili oil.  Here we ate one of our favorite meals of the trip, pork with an egg on top.  The orange yolk draped over the tender pork was exquisite, and we expressed our love for this dish so much that the people sitting next to us had to ask if it was the best thing we’ve ever eaten.  At that moment, it totally was the best thing we’d ever had.

In Kyoto, we visited the Arashiyama Bamboo Forest early one morning.  We took a subway and then a tram to get there.  Since we were early, we beat the crowds and enjoyed the shade from the tall bamboo towering above us.  The longer we walked, the more people arrived and made what should be a peaceful place, an Instagram haven.  Unfortunately, this is what Kyoto has become, a place teeming with what NY Magazine calls “kimono bros,” a disruptive crew of tourists who only serve to disrupt the zen.

This is also the case at the Fushimi Inari Shrine, the orange torii gates that extend high up into the mountain.  Here you can lose the Instagram crowd if you have a strong sense of will and like to hike in the heat.  The farther you walk up the mountain, the more you can lose the social media crowd and capture a photo without people posing for influencers.  We highly recommend you wear comfortable shoes and take the hike.  It’s totally worth it.

After Kyoto, we took the bullet train to Osaka, what we like to call the food amusement park of Japan.  Here we took our last and best food tour of the entire trip.  Osaka is known for fried balls filled with octopus, and these are grilled and sold from stalls all across the city.  They are delicious and come with all sorts of toppings like bonito, mayo, or green onions.  We personally loved the green onion version, but found the bonito ones also very tasty.  On this food tour, we also got the opportunity to try delicious sushi and sashimi, including our first taste of raw octopus.  We also passed on the somewhat raw mackerel here due to what we learned on our Kyoto tour.  We also went to an izakaya on this tour and tried all sorts of tempura battered goodness, including tempura battered pumpkin and tempura battered pork, beef, and shrimp.  Our tour guide found it confusing that pumpkins are used for jack-o-lanterns in the states and was boggled as to why we don’t eat pumpkins instead of decorating with them.  Also on this tour, we had a huge and delicious pork dumpling, that we declared the best bite from the Osaka tour.

We also found our own places for good eats in Osaka.  We found a yakitori place hidden in the basement of a building and enjoyed a variety of grilled skewers: asparagus, gyoza, chicken, and shrimp.  In addition, for breakfast one day, we found a made-to-order onigiri spot that was off-the-charts delicious.  They also had the best miso soup of the entire trip.

One of the things we wanted to find in Japan was a good Japanese jazz bar, or jazz kissa as they are called there.  We went to two jazz bars in Osaka and while both were good, we preferred the first one that we visited Bird/56.  At jazz kissas, the bartenders play jazz music on turntables, with always a record on deck when the current song ends.  Bird/56 was hidden on the third floor of a building.  We climbed up the spiral staircase to a small dark bar that reminded us of Bond Street in Asbury Park.  The staff was so friendly, and it was clear with all of the writing on the wall, that this place had been visited by people from all over the world.  Here we enjoyed beer and yuzu and soda, a refreshing drink that served to cool us off after a day of sweat from the heat.  They also serve fresh fruit, rice crackers, and potato chips for a small table charge.  We enjoyed every minute of our time here, and wish we’d spent more time in Osaka so we could return.

We also found another bar in Osaka, Public Bar Islay on the second floor of a building.  Not a jazz kissa, but another small place with an old school vibe and a friendly bartender.  We enjoyed talking to him about our trip, and he advised that we do a comparison taste test of the Osaka okonomiyaki and the Hiroshima okonomiyaki.  Both of these are a type of Japanese pancake filled with all sorts of things like cabbage, pork, and eggs.  But in Osaka, they add fish to it, and in Hiroshima they add noodles.  While we had already had a taste of the Osaka version and we declared it delicious, we knew the Hiroshima one would be more in our wheelhouse.  How can one resist udon or soba in your pancake?

Before I get to that though, our hotel in Osaka was lovely.  We stayed at Hotel The Leben Osaka which was within walking distance to everything.  It was a newer more modern building with a bigger room than we were used to in Japan.  They also provided cold water and tea in the lobby which seems minor when we mention it, but was totally necessary when we returned each day dripping in sweat.

One of our day trips in Osaka included a visit to the Cup Noodles Museum where you learn the history of one of America’s favorite processed foods, and you get to design and create your own Cup Noodles.  We were surprised to learn that Cup Noodles had Japanese roots as we totally assumed it was born in America, the land of high sodium processed junk.  But no, it was born in Japan, the home of the first instant ramen noodle.  We created two of our own Cup Noodles and took it through the factory process of adding our own toppings and seasoning for broth.  We attempted to make vegetarian versions that would not be an issue to bring home, but unfortunately, we found out the chili tomato broth seasoning is indeed made with pork, and that can’t be carried back into the US.  So, after transporting Cup Noodles all the way back to Tokyo with us, they found themselves at the bottom of a hotel garbage can never to be seen or transported to the United States of America.

We took the bullet train from Osaka to Hiroshima with a planned stop for the Hiroshima pancake at a predetermined and researched establishment within the Hiroshima train station.  We chose soba noodles as part of our filling, and we shared the traditional version of this famous pancake.  We liked it, and couldn’t really decide which one was better of the two.  We didn’t crave it though, and we both agreed that it wasn’t really our favorite food item of the trip.

We didn’t stay in Hiroshima, but took a train and then a 10 minute ferry to the island of Miyajima.  Miyajima is very touristy with ferries bringing travelers in by the boat load all day long.  Everyone is here to see the shrine that floats on water, the giant orange torii gate called the Itsukushima Shrine.  For this reason, the shops and restaurants on Miyajima Island are only open during the day and the island completely closes down at night, with only a convenient store and a few restaurants that remain open.  Here wild deer roam the streets, and during the day, tourists are reminded with a message via a loudspeaker that those deer are wild and will eat your belongings.  This doesn’t stop people from feeding them or petting them, or even trying to take them home as pets.  It’s amazing the lengths humans will go to to get just a touch of wildlife in their lives.  We steered clear of these wild guys, especially since they smelled like horse manure.  Yet they were cute, very cute, from a distance.

We stayed in another traditional ryokan in Miyajima, this one with a much fluffier futon and a better pillow.  However, the room here was extremely small, and we had little room for our luggage.  We are light packers, so we couldn’t imagine what other people do with their giant suitcases when visiting a place like this.  This ryokan provided breakfast every morning, but downstairs in their lobby area.  Breakfast here was even better than the first ryokan, with fresh filets of fish, miso soup, rice, pickled vegetables, fruit, egg omelette, and green tea.  

At night, we found it hard to find dinner since everything closed so early.  Luckily, we found a hotel bar and a staff member who took a liking to us.  She advised us to go to an oyster restaurant that closed at 6pm, but we could sneak into around 5:30 to catch the last order.  We took her advice and the oysters were phenomenal.  They were as big as your head, but grilled, steamed, or fried.  We tried the sampler plate with all of the different varieties and the freshness and the tenderness blew our minds.  The size of the oysters themselves were enough to make you wonder if you should even eat them, but they were incredible.  We highly recommend!  We even returned to the hotel bar to thank our new friend for the suggestion, and we enjoyed a lovely evening talking to her about her experiences living and growing up in Japan.  She was so gracious and kind to us, and even followed us out the door to say goodbye.  This is why we love to travel.  To meet people and connect with them in all sorts of unexpected places.

Our first full day in Miyajima allowed us to take the ferry and subway back to Hiroshima to visit the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum.  Here we took a somber walk through the before and after of Hiroshima city: before the atomic bomb and after the atomic bomb.  It was truly one of the most eye-opening experiences we’ve ever had, and to view the photographs and read the stories was absolutely heart wrenching.  After the museum, we walked through the park, past the memorial for children and to the Atomic Bomb Dome, a building left behind as a stark reminder of the horrors of the past.  It was hard to describe standing in Hiroshima, a place known to have suffered the worst attack brought on by the hands of humans.  Many people asked us if it was safe to visit Hiroshima, and the answer is yes.  It’s been safe since the 1950’s, and we highly recommend you come here should you ever get the chance.  Read the book Oppenheimer before you go.  It gives an in-depth background of the development of the atomic bomb, and helps put a lot of what you see at the museum into context.  It’s a painful experience, both reading the book and visiting Hiroshima, but it’s a reminder that we all must learn from the mistakes of history to try to make this world a better place.

If you go to Hiroshima, spend at least one night in Miyajima.  You get the torii shrine all to yourself at sunrise and sunset, and you can escape the island and go into Hiroshima just when all the tourists invade the island.  A good tip for all that want to enjoy some peace and quiet away from the day trippers.

We returned to Tokyo on the bullet train for our last night in Japan.  We stayed at a hybrid hotel/ryokan outside of Shinjuku that offered an onsen experience which is not typically found in hotels in the city. It seemed most people were drawn to this hotel for the onsen, a Japanese bath.  This place was known for the bath due to its rooftop location that apparently had great views of Tokyo.  We chose to not partake in this experience, especially because one of us is prone to break out into a rash (Michelle) and can’t handle intense heat.  However, we did enjoy our most expensive meal of the trip at the hotel restaurant.  Here we had a tasting menu of about ten small courses with a sake tasting and a glass of red wine, all for $150 total.  This was the most money we spent on any food throughout the entire trip, and it was delicious.  Every course was lovely and we enjoyed a variety of sushi throughout the meal.  We both raved about how good everything was, and we returned to the hotel room to get a good night’s sleep before our flight home. Only one of us got extremely sick and did not sleep all night (Michelle again).  We were saddened that our end-of-trip meal caused such a terrible 24 hour illness, but it only impacted one of us, making us question if it was the meal at all or just the culmination of eating so many different kinds of foods that were foreign to an already sensitive stomach.

Our flight home from Tokyo also included an irresistible upgrade to Polaris, and we slept like a king and queen on a direct flight all the way home to Newark.  We are thankful, so thankful, for the things we’ve gotten to do in our lives, and never ever take these kinds of opportunities for granted.  We work hard, some of us in the past tense now, to travel often, and we will never ever be ungrateful for the choices we’ve made to be graced with these kinds of experiences.  We can only hope they continue for many years to come.

I end this post with some tips we have learned about traveling to Japan.  They will certainly help anyone looking to go to one of the greatest places on Earth:

-Download the Welcome Suica app on your cell phone.  Add money to it through Apple Wallet.  You will use this to enter and exit the subway.  Subway rides are cheap, and the app can be used without even opening your phone.  Just tap your phone on the sensor and go.

-Buy some guide books, read them, and figure it out.  Don’t go with already packaged tours and wind up stuck with an organized group for the entirety of the trip.  

-Pack lightly and fashionably simple.  The Japanese dress well, and not like Americans.  Don’t show a lot of skin, and bring good sneakers.  In fact, the baggier your pants, the better.  It helps with the sweating situation too.

-Eat everything, even if you think it might be gross.  Except for the eyeball.  Pass on the eyeball, and the octopus head with the quail egg in it.  Don’t eat that either.

-Turn down the volume.  A loud voice is not welcome in Japan.  

-Find an airline you like and get the credit card.  Buy everything with that credit card and load up on the points.  The most expensive thing about going to Japan is getting there.  Let the points get you there.  It may take years, but you can get the entire flight for free with a good saving technique.

-Learn how to say hello and thank you in Japanese.  It goes a long way.

-Always book an unreserved ticket on the bullet train.  This allows you to pick whichever train you’d like and doesn’t lock you into a time.  They run every ten minutes and you can always find a seat.

-Eat at the convenience stores.  Trust us.

Thank you for reading about our trip to Japan.  We are excited to be updating the blog again, even though we are many trips behind.  We know we didn’t ever blog Portugal or the Paris Olympics and Switzerland, but we are hoping to make some time for the things we are passionate about, writing and photography as we continue to wander this Earth.  Enjoy these photos from our trip of a lifetime.

It has been about a month since we returned home from our first trip to Portugal, and we can’t stop talking about it. Paul’s YouTube subscriptions are now overflowing in the category of “expat tips for moving to Portugal”, and upon my arrival home each day after work, he’s eager to show me every video he could find highlighting some small city, town, and/or village he thinks would suit us best. He is carefully crafting a Portuguese retirement plan for the whole family that includes: me (the one nowhere close to retirement), his mother-in-law (the one who has never been there and doesn’t like inclines), and our two boys who vote a hard no on this idea until Farmer’s Dog starts shipping internationally.

I get it though. Portugal is pretty incredible. So good that it almost seems reasonable to pick it all up and move there. In fact, it’s not difficult at all to imagine living in or near Lisbon or Porto. We can easily see ourselves starting each day with a coffee and a pastry, walking the colorfully tiled streets to the market, stopping in to say hello to the friendly people at our neighborhood cafe, toasting Super Bocks in the midday sun, and ending our days with pork bifanas and port. It’s super enticing to think that all of this and more is just a short 6 hour and 40 minute hop across the ocean. Of course, they say that you can’t always just view life through a vacation lens. I mean the reality of it all would be much more challenging than what I just described. Or would it? That is the question.

For now, while we’re pondering this rather intriguing idea, we’re ready to give you all the details of our first journey through Portugal. We say “first” because we plan to go back as soon as possible. Each of our posts (Lisbon, Porto, the Duoro Valley and Coimbra) will contain all the details of our trip, including where we stayed, what we saw, and most importantly, where we ate. In addition, we’ll give you all the tips on how to do this kind of trip without renting a car. Yes, we did this all by train, and we highly recommend you do the same.

Lisbon is up first, and since up is the only direction you can go in Portugal, our first tip is to start looking to purchase some comfortable walking shoes. You will walk a lot here, and you’ll be glad you did. There’s always something good to eat at the top of every set of stairs or incline, and everyone deserves a custard tart after a good workout. That’s tip number 1. Stay tuned. Our tips for a great stay in Lisbon are coming soon.

We are putting together a new series on the blog called “The Mets Travel Series” to feature cities around the United States who are hosting the Mets at their home stadiums this season.  We are eager to travel to some new places that have always been on our list, and feature some tried and true favorites that we’ve returned to again and again.  We promise, you don’t need to be a Mets fan to gain some travel tips from these posts, and we eagerly welcome all readers, baseball fans or not, to comment and share their favorite things to do, see, and eat when traveling to the cities we highlight.

Our first post takes us to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a city we’ve been trying to travel to for many years.  Finding a decent priced flight to Pittsburgh out of Newark or Philadelphia on Mets weekends seemed nearly impossible after many (and I mean many) years of searching the fares of various airlines.  This year, we finally pulled it off and cashed in our stash of British Airways and American Airlines points to book two round trip flights out of Philadelphia.  For a total of 15,213 Avios (British Airways points) and $11.20 in taxes and fees, we booked two First Class tickets for our flight from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh.  For the trip back home, we redeemed a total of 32,000 American Airlines points and paid $11.20 to sit shoehorned in the second to last row.  While the trip home was less than comfortable, we can hardly complain about spending just over twenty dollars total for two round trip flights.  In addition, both flights were operated by American Airlines on larger Airbus A319’s instead of the smaller regional jets often found on these routes.  

We flew out early on a Saturday morning after spending Friday night at the Philadelphia Airport Marriott Hotel.  While not our favorite Marriott when it comes to food, the views and location are ideal for anyone who loves to watch planes take off and land.  We highly recommend staying here when traveling out of Philadelphia on an early morning flight.  Head downstairs, drop off the keys at checkout, and then proceed one floor up for a straight shot to security.  We advise that you also avoid heavy parking fees at the airport and hotel by entrusting your car to one of the many long term parking businesses off property.  Our latest favorite is Express Park which consistently offers some of the lowest prices and some of the very best service.  Upon arrival, you can find the friendliest shuttle drivers behind your car and ready to load your luggage.  Even better, they will drop you off at the front doors of the Philadelphia Marriott Airport hotel without a question, something some of their competitors have refused to do.

There were a total of eight First Class seats on our flight to Pittsburgh, and we considered ourselves very lucky to land two of those seats.  While not the lie down variety most think of when flying First Class, the spacious leg room and arm chair feel was all that was needed to make these two travelers happy.  The 55 minute flight was quick and smooth, and service in First Class included granola bars and drinks served in real glassware.  This was luxury travel compared to the 41 minute flight home which did not even include a plastic cup of water.  It did, however, include a roller coaster landing into Philadelphia.  Who doesn’t love to suffer through some good turbulence while trapped and barely able to breathe in the tiniest of middle and window seats in the way, way back?

The Pittsburgh Airport is located about twenty five minutes from downtown Pittsburgh, maybe a bit less time if traffic is light.  Our Uber cost about $35 to get us from the airport to the Renaissance Pittsburgh Hotel, a downtown accommodation situated just across the street from the Roberto Clemente Bridge and facing PNC Park.  Unfortunately, the Roberto Clemente Bridge is currently closed due to construction, but a short and easy walk east from this location to the Andy Warhol Bridge allows for a beautifully scenic walk to the ballpark.  All of the brightly yellow painted bridges nearby included walking paths for pedestrians and all came with incredible views of the city.  After check-in, we snagged a couple of standing room only tickets on Stub Hub for a whopping $21 a piece to the Saturday afternoon game before venturing out onto the city streets to begin our adventure in the Burgh.

We quickly discovered that Pittsburgh is a great walking city.  You can walk just about everywhere!  We traversed the Andy Warhol Bridge on our journey to the North Shore area to check out the perimeter of the stadium and quench our thirst and appetite.  We stopped for beers at Souther Tier Brewing Company due to its inviting outdoor bar and patio area.  Southern Tier also serves food, but I had my eyes set on Burgatory located just a block away.  We shared an appetizer of huge onion rings and a Phat Patti’s veggie burger to keep us fueled for the afternoon ahead.  I’m sure the beef burgers at Burgatory are way better than the veggie burger, but we were looking for something light that wouldn’t weigh us down and tire us out before the game.  

Upon entry to the game, we realized that PNC Bank Park would rank high on our list of great Major League Baseball Stadiums.  Situated right on the river with a beautiful view of the Roberto Clemente Bridge (and our hotel), PNC Bank Park checks all the boxes for the things we adore about great stadiums.  First, you don’t need a seat to see the action.  In fact, our standing room only tickets were perfect for walking around and seeing the game from different vantage points.  Our favorite location was this small strip of fence that allowed us to see all of the action from the outfield.  Second, there is a brewery in the outfield with bar seats that look out over all of the action.  Third, the stadium is clean and well maintained with a variety of food and drink options and great photo opportunities with life size Pirate’s bobbleheads.  Most importantly, the Pittsburgh Pirates fans were the most welcoming opposing team we’ve ever encountered, engaging these two Mets fans in conversation all around the park.

After a Mets win (which is rare these days) we headed back across the Andy Warhol Bridge with a flock of fans in search of a good dinner.  We had our sights set on Gaucho, an Argentinian restaurant just down the street from our hotel.  We knew we’d probably need a reservation and couldn’t get one, so we decided to try to walk in to eat at the bar.  Unfortunately, we were met at the door by some unfriendly hostesses who took one look at our Mets gear and abruptly told us that if we didn’t have a reservation, we couldn’t eat there.  Sometimes, I think moments like this one are meant to help us find something better.  So we did.

Meat and Potatoes, a restaurant just a few short steps away from Gaucho was just as crowded, but invited these underdressed Mets fans to their last two available seats at the bar.  The staff at Meat and Potatoes was beyond friendly and happy to have us as customers.  We set out to share a Pub burger with a side of creamed spinach.  Paul hates creamed spinach, so I was prepared and happy to eat the entire thing myself. What we weren’t prepared for and came as a delightful surprise, is that this burger would rival our very favorite burger from NJ’s own Nicholas Barrel and Roost.  In fact, after much deliberation, we think Meat and Potatoes’ pub burger is tied for the #1 spot on our list of favorite burgers.  Topped with pastrami belly, aged cheddar, special sauce, and a fried egg, we ate this meal slowly and happily, not wanting it to end.  This was the very best way to end our first day in Pittsburgh.

The next morning, we got up early, stopped at the nearest coffee shop, and walked to the Duquesne Incline for a journey to the top of Mt. Washington.  Our walk to the incline was an adventure in itself as we crossed the Fort Pitt Bridge, which serves as the entrance and exit to the Fort Pitt Tunnel.  While the bridge contains a pedestrian walkway separated by a concrete guardrail, the heavily trafficked highway of speeding and honking vehicles makes even the most laid back person (Paul) a bit uneasy.  Despite the perils of the walk there, we highly recommend taking a trip on the Duquesne Incline for a unique ride in a wooden cable car.  There are only two inclines left in the city of Pittsburgh and while they remain a mode of transportation between Downtown and Mt. Washington, they are also the best way to get a panoramic view of the city.  It’s hard to imagine that a wooden cable car that originally opened in 1877 is still transporting passengers up and down a mountain.  Yet it is all thanks to a group of local residents who restored the Fort Duquesne Incline in 1963 to preserve its history and keep it running for all to enjoy.  

Unfortunately, it was a cloudy day and our view from the top wasn’t as clear as it probably would have been the day before.  We got the best photos we could, and then stopped in for drinks and a snack at the Steel Mill Saloon which is located just across the street from the incline’s platform.  We enjoyed some of the best brussels sprouts we’ve ever had here, tossed and fried in buffalo sauce and topped with a blue cheese crumble.  It was just the breakfast we needed before our trip back down the mountain and our trek back to downtown.  

After our cable car ride and another brisk walk across the Fort Pitt Bridge, we headed across downtown to the Andy Warhol Museum.  The Andy Warhol Museum was totally worth the price of admission and takes you on a seven floor journey through the life of Andy Warhol.  Start at the top, read and see everything you can, and work your way down.  You will love learning about his artwork, his film work, and his untimely death from gallbladder surgery, of all things.

By this point in our day, we’d worked up quite the appetite, so we made our way across the city again to the Strip District for the one meal we’d always said we needed to try when we went to Pittsburgh: Primanti Brothers.  Okay, we know, if you are from Pittsburgh you either love it, hate it, or love to hate it or something like that.  We also know that you can only get the best at the original location and not to try any of the franchised versions.  We were greeted with a friendly welcome and two seats at the bar right in front of the sandwich making action.  We ordered a spicy capicola sandwich to share and watched as it was built: pillowy white Italian bread, griddled capicola, melted provolone cheese, french fries, and slaw.  How could anyone hate this sandwich?  It was just what we needed after walking all over the city, and we enjoyed every tasty bite.  We found out later from a local that Primanti Brothers, according to some, is not as good as it used to be.  Apparently, the fries were better at one time.  From the outside looking in, we thought it was great and would highly recommend any first time visitor go there for a unique experience you’ll never forget.  Plus, the people who work there are great, and that’s just as important.  

There is a Pittsburgh local reading this right now who is probably shaking their head going, Primanti Brothers, seriously?  We get it.  These Jersey natives don’t recommend Jersey Mikes, but I’m sure there is somebody out there who thinks it’s great.

After Primanti Brothers, we rushed around the corner and down the street to S&D Polish Deli for a taste of their pierogis.  You can find them in a warming case in a plastic container.  Four to a container with your choice of whatever is available.  We wanted potato and farmers cheese, but since they were sold out of those, we settled for potato and cheddar.  We took some plastic forks and some knives outside and sat at a tiny paper table clothed table and indulged in the only real pierogis we’ve ever had in our lives.  They were outstanding.  If you do one thing, and only one thing, while you are in Pittsburgh, eat these pierogis.

Since we were full and a long way from our hotel, we decided to check out the Strip District and find a good place to watch the Mets game.  We found Coop De Ville, a bar, restaurant, arcade, and duckpin bowling alley, rolled into one delightful megaplex that makes for a good place to hang.  We pulled up a spot in front of their large televisions to watch the game and the thunderstorm that was slowly rolling into town.

After the game, we started our trek back to our hotel, only to find ourselves caught in the rain.  What to do?  Duck into the closest establishment: City Winery Pittsburgh.  It was here that we enjoyed a flight of wine and great conversation with a lovely local sitting next to us.  We enjoyed a great conversation about food, travel, and all things Pittsburgh while we waited out the storm.

Unfortunately, the storm hung around longer than we anticipated, so we Uber’d back to the hotel before ending our Pittsburgh trip with a taco dinner at Tako.  We cheered to a great trip to a beautiful city as we gulped down Korean flank steak tacos and Baja fish tacos and washed it all down with zesty margaritas.

The next morning, we traveled back to the airport, full of disappointment, in both the Mets and that we didn’t have more time to explore the city of Pittsburgh.  During our quick flight home, we discussed the possibility of returning with a list of all the things we still need to see, do, and eat in the Iron City.

P.S. I forgot to mention that this was our first time traveling with a GoPro that we recently purchased to document our trips. Let’s just say, we have a lot of work ahead when it comes to improving our film making skills. We are no Anthony Bourdain or Kara and Nate, but we are eager to add some video to share with you of all of our travel experiences. Coming soon…

In July of 2022, we celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary on a trip to San Diego and Los Angeles.  Still a bit unsure of the Covid situation, we decided against flying to Europe and masked up for a plane ride back to California.  San Diego was great; LA was tolerable.  Paul returned with Covid; I somehow returned without it.

It’s May 2023 now; well into a very new year.  I’m just allowing myself some time to write about this.

The truth is that I’m exhausted.  My daily grind continues to fuel my excuses for not writing (I know you are tired of hearing this), while also disrupting my sleep schedule and wreaking havoc on my mind. I’ve had a lot to say about this trip, but I’ve been too tired to tell anyone.

We flew into LAX out of Newark on United.  Blinking exit signs and flustered flight attendants did not reassure us that we were not going to die as our plane dropped and shook and belly rolled through hell (hell is located somewhere just below Chicago).  It is widely known that I don’t handle turbulence well and always rely on Paul to be the calm voice of reason.  Yet even he was sure we were going down, and the sheer horror of realizing this was almost enough to kill me.

As you can see, we made it.  The remainder of the flight was smooth and my view of the Rockies from the window seat helped restore my faith in United Airlines and refuel my desire to live an adventurous life again.

I don’t believe I was thinking logically when I booked a flight to LAX and a train to San Diego for the same day, and by this point in the trip I was questioning my ability to make wise decisions.  A cross country flight and a near death experience were just the beginning of this fun-filled day of trains, planes, and automobiles.  

Upon arrival to LAX, I booked the tickets for the Fly Away bus on my cell phone at the nearest outlet, while Paul watched suitcases circulating at the luggage carousel.  As I navigated the Fly Away website, I barely noticed that I was being backed into a corner by a Louis Vuitton bag eloquently embroidered with the name “Bizzy.” It wasn’t until his fan base began to incessantly repeat his name that I realized that this baby (me) might be backed into a corner by a celebrity.  I took note, booked our tickets, and Googled his name after being shoe horned into my bus seat for a long ride to Union Station.  It turns out, “Bizzy” Bones Hyland is a point guard for the Denver Nuggets, and all I have to say is this: Add him to my list of airport celebrity sightings.  This makes two after Alec Baldwin.

We were super excited to take the Pacific Surfliner Amtrak from Los Angeles to San Diego.  If we could, we’d take the Amtrak everywhere, as we absolutely love the comforts of train travel.  While we waited for the train, we took some time to explore Los Angeles’ Union Station.  Since we were ravenous for food and something cold to drink, we were overjoyed to discover Homebound Brew Haus, a beautiful Dodger’s loving brew pub tucked away in the the front of the station.  We ate every bite of our Nachos Machos with adobo chicken and enjoyed some cold mugs of beer before boarding our train down to San Diego.

The Pacific Surfliner takes you on a beautiful journey down the coast of Southern California.  It’s a lovely way to get from LA to San Diego and back again, as long as they aren’t experiencing signal issues.  Since we were new to this rail line, we didn’t know that this can be fairly common, and watched as the Pacific Ocean churned serenely on one side while the automobiles on the other side whizzed passed us. 

Our day of travel that started at 5AM Eastern Time would take us until 10PM Pacific Time-10:01PM to be exact. That is to the minute of when we actually landed on bar stools at the Marriott Marquis San Diego Marina, ravenous for a proper meal.  Thankfully, the kitchen closed at 10PM, but a kind bartender kept it open until 10:01 to get our dinner order through.

The Marriott Marquis San Diego Marina is an incredible place to stay in San Diego, especially if you love the resort life of “pool, drinks, food, repeat.”  It is located right on the water adjacent to Seaport Village and within walking distance to the Gaslamp Quarter.  We made a pact that we would sightsee each morning and save the afternoon for relaxing by the pool.  Most importantly, tacos were my top priority, and I was sure to eat a lot of them.

Each morning we would wake up and walk along the water to a cute little coffee kiosk called Spill the Beans.  We’d order some lattes and stroll along Seaport Village taking in the sights and sounds of the fish market and assorted vendors setting up their shops for the day.  Seaport Village is a bit of a tourist trap, but its convenient location allowed for easy access to the ferry and getting around.

We are very happy that we decided to take a full harbor tour of both the North Harbor and South Harbor on Flagship Cruises.  While it seemed a little corny at first, it was extremely informative with a tour guide who was well educated and knowledgable regarding naval battle ships and the naval base.  The tour guide even made me a homemade ring for getting one of his questions correct.

On our anniversary, we took the ferry to Coronado Island to rent some bikes and cruise around the island.  We basically biked the entire perimeter, stopping to take photos and gawk at the ritzy landscape of the Hotel del Coronado.  We stopped for a beer at Coronado Brewing Company and then headed back to our hotel for an afternoon in paradise.

While I did eat a lot of tacos, I’m pretty sure I failed at finding the very good ones.  The most memorable and most delicious find of them all was at Carnitas’ Snack Shack-Embarcadero.  The grilled Baja fish tacos with green cabbage, pico de Gallo, and poblano cilantro cream all piled high on a corn tortilla was the best fish taco I encountered on the trip.  I’m sure all the taco aficionados of San Diego think this is completely lame because I certainly could have gotten out more while I was there. The truth is, I really just wanted to sit next to the pool most days which limited my time for taco exploration.

I did love Carnitas Snack Shack shirts, and feel they accurately describe me on most days:

Strolling the waterfront in the evening was delightful. The weather in San Diego is just perfect, and the sunsets were lovely. Of course, we did have our moments by the pool where it got a little chilly. In those moments you could find us like this:

But if you’ve ever had the pleasure of being on a resort-like vacation with me, you know this is my usual look when I’m ready for my daily nap.

After a few sun soaked days in San Diego full of tacos, dips in the pool, and a daily snooze, we hopped back on the Pacific Surfliner to head to Beverly Hills. Our trip back was much smoother with all signal issues resolved, thankfully. Unfortunately, we went from this:

To this:

Yes, this was the sign adjacent to the AC Hotel Beverly Hills where we spent the first half of our stay in Los Angeles. While we may have found a slice of home in the parking lot, we couldn’t find Beverly Hills. This was one of those hotels that uses the name of a place you think your staying in, but is really so far from that place that you really wish you’d paid more money to stay somewhere else. It did have a rooftop, and you could see the Hollywood sign through the glass, but it was closed for a private event about two minutes after we discovered it.

One of the reasons it has taken me so long to write this post (besides my excuses listed above) is because Los Angeles left us both feeling uninspired. Los Angeles is sprawling, and the traffic is absurd. It is practically impossible to walk to anything which made us constantly reliant on Ubers. We had a hard time connecting to this city, understanding its identity, and seeing past all of its moving parts. While we don’t look back on our time in LA with regrets, we don’t necessarily crave going back. Outlined below are some of the good and the bad, with the positive outnumbering the negative in many cases…

  • SUGARFISH Sushi is amazing! We had our first lunch in Los Angeles at Sugarfish Beverly Hills, and it was fantastic. If you ever have the opportunity to eat at a Sugarfish in either Los Angeles or New York City, order the Trust Me menu of whatever size (depends on how hungry you are), and thank us later. I am forever thankful to the person who recommended it to us.
  • The Real Los Angeles Tours gave us a thorough, and we believe, trustworthy, tour of Hollywood. We saw some iconic buildings and explored the Hollywood Walk of Fame. We also realized that Hollywood is not as glitzy these days; exactly the opposite really. While we highly recommend the tour company, we don’t recommend hanging out in Hollywood for long periods of time. It’s a bit rundown, and we can’t say we felt completely safe walking the streets alone. Our tour guide was extremely patient with the people on the street who tried to follow our group and steered us away from those who were inappropriately disrupting our time with him.
  • We discovered one of the best chicken sandwiches we’ve ever eaten at The Honor Bar in Beverly Hills. Part of the Hillstone group of restaurants, Ding’s Crispy Sandwich is served on a perfectly fluffy bun with baby Swiss, sliced tomato, and spicy kale slaw. While we’re not usually ones to rave about a chain restaurant group, we’re about to put Hillstone New York on our list just to get a Ding’s Crispy Sandwich fix on the East Coast. Yes, we’ve already checked and they have it on all the menus.
  • Nancy Silverton’s Osteria Mozza was good, but didn’t meet my expectations. Nancy Silverton is one of the top chefs in the country, and I thought for sure I’d find her restaurant life changing. Unfortunately, it fell short. I usually remember every single thing I eat when something is really good. I can barely remember what we ate here.
  • Our hotel in Santa Monica-Le Meridien Delfina Santa Monica-was a breath of fresh air in a smoggy Los Angeles. It was actually walking distance to the beach and to downtown. We sipped coffee and ate breakfast burritos at Dogtown Coffee, a landmark known for Jeff Ho Surfboards and Zephyr Productions. You can read all about the history of this space here.
  • This Mexican restaurant, recommended by Gaby from whatsgabycooking.com is fabulous. It was one of the most memorable meals of the trip. I quote her to affirm that yes, “the burritos are the size of infants” and this Don Antonio’s Super Burrito was one to remember.
  • Father’s Office has one delicious burger. The Office Burger is described as follows: Caramelized Onion, Bacon, Gruyére, Maytag Blue, Arugula. Not only is the food top notch, but the atmosphere is laid back and cool. It’s the kind of place you’d want to spend every Friday night after a long week. Unfortunately, Paul associates this place with Covid since this is where we ate the night before our flight home. He came down with Covid a day later.

He looks pretty good for falling ill just a few days later. Damn burger joint…

Paul came down with Covid symptoms the night we landed. While waiting on the NJ Transit platform at Newark Airport, he was shivering while I was sweating in the 90 some degree heat. Despite all of our best efforts-masks, hand washing, etc., he still brought it home as an unwanted souvenir.

I locked him in The Clubhouse (our spare room) for a few days while delivering his meals and eating every dinner with him via FaceTime. Luckily, his case was mild, and we are so very fortunate that we can say that. So many people who came down with Covid cannot say the same. How I didn’t get it too is still a mystery.

So there it is-San Diego and Los Angeles…finally. My apologies for the long wait.

Before I start this post about Healdsburg and Santa Rosa, I’d like to take some time to talk seriously about the English muffin experience we had in St. Helena. If you read the First Stop: Yountville post, then you know we made a stop at The Model Bakery on the way to Calistoga to get our very first taste of Oprah’s favorite English muffin. After reflecting on this experience over the last couple of months, I’ve decided I need to tell more of the story so you can fully understand the magnitude of visiting this bakery. Because I’m still thinking about those muffins…

So here goes:

While I skipped into the bakery with enthusiastic glee to eat what I knew would be life altering, Paul sauntered in slowly and skeptically stated, “I’ll be the judge of this English muffin.” (I’m glad he said this quietly and only so that I could hear.). Because…

WHO QUESTIONS OPRAH?

I now know that Paul does.

We took our little bundles of English muffin ecstasy to an outdoor table on the sidewalks of St. Helena and took our first bites into what was the most incredible English muffin ever made.

And that’s when Paul said, “Okay, she’s right. That’s really good.”

Oprah doesn’t lie about her favorite things, Paul! She literally throws her favorite things at people so that they can love them too!

I don’t think I can find the words to describe the intensity of these fluffy, buttery pillows of nooks and crannies. All I know is that for the rest of your life, after this first bite, you’ll be saying, “Thomas who?” when it comes to English muffins. You’ll be ruined, and life will never be the same because you’ll have to either move to California or stop eating English muffins. I’m strongly considering the move. They do ship nationwide via Goldbelly, but I’m sure that would cost more than moving.

End of English muffin story. If you haven’t been, WE highly recommend you book a trip just for this because you’ll finally know the truth about what an English muffin should really taste like. I just had to tell you that because you should know.

On to Healdsburg!

After coming to terms that I couldn’t take the Calistoga bungalow home with us, we packed up the rental car and headed north to our favorite little town in Sonoma.

It is no surprise that we landed in this adorable town again after our last visit with the moms in 2019. We’ve been talking about it ever since. In fact, if we had it our way, we’d have an East Coast home and a West Coast home, and that western one would be within walking distance to the Healdsburg Plaza. Note: We’d have to restrict Paul’s visits to the Noble Folk Ice Cream and Pie Bar to just once a week (and not every day) if we had this kind of lifestyle. But it’s not something that couldn’t be worked out. We just need to find a few million dollars. In the meantime, we’ll just visit frequently.

On our first trip to Healdsburg, we stayed at the Four Sisters Healdsburg Inn, which was a lovely hotel right on the plaza (and right next to Noble Folk) within walking distance to everything. This time we stayed at the Hotel Trio Healdsburg which is situated on the outskirts of town but directly across from Big John’s Market. Big John’s Market is INCREDIBLE, so it’s almost worth it to stay outside of downtown. Go there if you are into eating insanely delicious breakfast burritos, picnic sandwiches, and cheese. They have lots of cheese!

A wine bottle taller than Paul.

The Hotel Trio, owned by Marriott, is like a glorified Residence Inn. Aside from having a life-sized wine bottle in the lobby, they have a free shuttle that will drop you off and pick you up from the plaza throughout the day and night. It also borders an old rail line turned walking path that runs the length of the town. If you are looking to work off some of the calories from the constant wine and cheese consumption, you can walk to the plaza by utilizing this path. It’s quiet and safe to do so. The most redeeming quality of the Hotel Trio is its adorable robot, Rosé, who tends to your every need while you are there. Paul was enjoying calling her up for extra towels. She carries them up to your room and your phone rings to let you know she is there. The highlight of our time in this hotel was when we coincidentally ran into her waiting for the elevator and took the ride up with her. Thanks for your hospitality, Rosé!

This trip to Healdsburg centered around a Williamson Wines lunch that just happened to be scheduled for the same time we would be visiting. We became members of the Williamson Wine Club during our first visit to Healdsburg. We have their wine shipped to us four times a year, and we adore their business model, as it is a family owned enterprise that combines two of the most important things in life: good wine and good food. That’s a winner in our book. Bill and Dawn Williamson host member events throughout the year both in Healdsburg and abroad, and they all seem extravagantly enticing. We are always perusing their website and reading up on the events wishing we could transport ourselves to Healdsburg and back for a long weekend here and there.

Luckily, for us, there was a Malbec Lunch event scheduled for the day of our arrival. For $35 per person, we each got a multi course lunch with four tastings of wine. Each course of food was made with Herbie’s spices, the exceptional line of spices that they sell as part of their spice club.

The Williamson culinary team is extremely talented, and you can tell that the family holds the kitchen to high standards in creating memorable dishes with intense flavor. Lunch began with a glass of wine and a personal bag of spiced popcorn. Each course was small, but filling, and each bite was one of those ‘close your eyes and sing’ kind of experiences. The standout dishes included delectable bites of pork and short rib each seasoned to perfection and super tender.

We spent our second day in Healdsburg hitting up a tasting room in town, and indulging on cocktails and a small lunch at Barndiva. Of course, we started our day with a breakfast burrito at Big John’s Market before taking a stroll through town, stopping in and out of the shops along the plaza. Then we randomly chose to do a tasting at Soda Rock Winery for some early morning/afternoon wine time. Manny, our server, was very kind and while the wine was good, it was he who made our visit worthwhile. It was nice to talk to him about the wine, the winery, and the town. A lovely way to start the day in wine country, if I do say so myself.

Talk to anyone who knows Healdsburg and Barndiva will always be mentioned. This Michelin star farm-to- table restaurant is a lovely place to spend an afternoon. We recommend heading here for lunch because it is much more affordable than dinner. This was our first time visiting, and we shared the goat cheese croquettes and the fried chicken sandwich. We enjoyed every bite. Everything was presented beautifully, especially my cocktail. Look at this work of art:

Yes, Barndiva has a Michelin star and an extravagant barn and grounds, but it didn’t hold a candle to our newest find in Healdsburg.

The best meal we ate in Healdsburg was at the smallest restaurant in town: Guiso Latin Fusion. There are only about five tables inside this restaurant, and everyone is trying to reserve one. This is because Chef Carlos and his family welcome you home as if you are part of their family. They are the sweetest, kindest group of people, and they are serving up some incredible and authentic Latin American and Caribbean cuisine. This meal was like nothing we’ve ever had before. When we arrived for our reservation early because we were so eager to eat here, we were greeted with a glass of Prosecco and apologies for not having a table ready for us. It was not something we expected since we arrived a half hour early, but they were so accommodating and happy to have us, that they did all they could to make us comfortable while we waited. When we were seated, our server explained everything about the menu to us, even explaining Grandma’s tomato Guiso sauce. We feasted on papusas filled with pork, beans, and cheese and Central American loroco flower bud & cheese. The main events: Cuban sliders with ingredients piled onto homemade sweet rolls and camarones borrachos, spicy shrimp in Grandma’s tomato sauce with potatoes and arugula. We were so full, but so incredibly grateful for the opportunity to eat here. This place deserves a Michelin star, and when they get one, I hope they keep the small space and intimate atmosphere when diners are making reservations months in advance. Thank you, Carlos and family, for treating us like one of your own for our short time at your restaurant.

Our time in Healdsburg came to a close the next morning with a farewell coffee and breakfast burrito at Plank Coffee just across from the Hotel Trio. They have a pretty killer vegan breakfast burrito here that would be a frequent stop for me if we had that house near the plaza.

Our final leg of this trip was Healdsburg to Santa Rosa. We spent one night in the city of Santa Rosa, and I can confidently say, we didn’t see much of the place. It is the former home of Peanuts cartoonist Charles M. Schulz. Statues of Charlie Brown, Lucy, Snoopy, and Woodstock can be found all around the city in honor of Mr. Schulz’s work, and there is even a Charles M. Schulz Museum. We considered visiting, but had limited time to do so.

The limited time might be because we prioritized standing in line at the local In-N-Out Burger for what is always an essential California meal when visiting.

We also didn’t have time for the museum because we happened to walk by a place called Grossman’s Noshery and Bar, and my curiosity led us to spending a good deal of time eating matzoh ball soup and cheese knish. When you only have 24 hours to see a city, that’s not a bad way to spend the time.

So there you have it. That’s the final stop. Another amazing trip to California wine country in the books.

Stay tuned for our next post: San Diego and Los Angeles and follow me as I take on the tacos of Southern California.

Downtown Calistoga is an old western town with modern amenities. 

As the northernmost place to visit in Napa Valley, it’s rustic yet charming with a laidback vibe and relaxing atmosphere. Eateries line the main thoroughfare with craft brews and vegan lasagna, while a community of friendly and hardworking citizens gather at the Calistoga Inn to raise a glass to a hard day’s work in the tasting rooms and vineyards. Accommodations range from Dr. Wilkinson’s Backyard Resort and Mineral Springs to the luxurious and pricy Solage from the Auberge Resorts Collection.

I’ve been eyeing up Solage for quite some time. I’ve often perused their website dreamily in hopes I’d find a discount code that cut the thousand dollar room rate in half. Since I’ve yet to find a code that comes anywhere near that, I had to explore some other options.

I did my research and came across something I just couldn’t resist.

This bungalow…

Let us introduce you to The Bungalows at Calistoga.  This is your HGTV dream come true.  With three adorable bungalows to choose from (A, B, or C), you’ll find yourself wanting to book two more trips to Calistoga just so you can try them all.  We chose B for its enticing outdoor space, though the chill of the northern California air kept us inside for most of our visit. 

This gorgeous fireplace kept us warm while sipping on local wine and trying to figure out how to build our own bungalow when we got home. We were in awe of the colors and the design: the vivid artwork, the teal doors, the gold fixtures, the shiplap paneling, and that green sofa.

The Bungalows at Calistoga are conveniently located just a block and a half from Lincoln Avenue. From here, we were able to walk the entire town from top to bottom, drink wine at a refurbished gas station, and treat ourselves to an overly priced lunch at Solbar, the swanky poolside restaurant at the Solage Resort. That $15 beer might have tasted more refreshing if we were allowed to drink it while taking a dip in the “For Guests Only” pool.

But who needs a pool when you have a whole bungalow? A place where you can put your feet up after a long ride through the vines and enjoy a few sips of the local wine.

It’s a must that you bike in Calistoga; we insist upon it. It’s the only way to really explore the beauty and magnificence of northern Napa Valley. Here’s how we did it:

We secured a couple of bike rentals with the Calistoga Bike Shop and opted for the self-guided wine tour with two or three tasting options. For $84.99 per person, we got bikes, helmets, a detailed map, and tasting reservations at two wineries. You can taste at three wineries for the same price, but we don’t advise it. Two is just enough to make for a leisurely day and a picnic lunch without feeling rushed.

We picked up our lunch on our walk to the bike shop and stowed it in these perfectly sized panniers on the back of our bikes. The turkey sandwich from Bella Bakery was, quite honestly, the best turkey sandwich we’ve had in years. Thin sliced turkey on soft focaccia topped with blue cheese crumbles, tomatoes, and mayo. It was heavenly, and much needed after all of the calorie burn.

We were thankful that we also packed this large bag of chips…

Our two tastings were booked at Vincent Arroyo Family Winery and Bennett Lane Winery. We had such a lovely time at both learning about the history, the winemaking process, and meeting the kind people who put everything into creating these incredible wines.

One of the highlights of our trip was meeting Bill at Bennett Lane Winery. Our friend, Roxann, recommended that we visit Bennett Lane prior to us booking our bike tour and that we meet her childhood friend, Bill, while we were there. For weeks, Rox and I tried to figure out just the right date that Paul and I could get there. And then, just like that, fate stepped in and did the rest. The Calistoga Bike Shop booked our tasting at Bennett Lane without any knowledge of what we were up to. As luck would have it, Bill was working that day, and he was able to host our tasting. A Monmouth County native himself, he made the move to Calistoga and now spends his days pouring wine and educating visitors at this gorgeous winery. He convinced us to get a membership, and now we can enjoy the taste of Calistoga delivered straight to our door.

The weather didn’t cooperate much on this trip. Usually, the bright sunshine lights everything up in Napa Valley. Unfortunately, it was cloudy and cool for most of our visit. It didn’t stop us from taking a rest and snapping some photos of the clouds as they floated above the vines.

If you get to Calistoga, we recommend you take it slow. Breathe it all in.

Have the vegan lasagna at Lovina, even if you aren’t a vegan.

Have a drink with the Calistoga locals.

Join a wine club.

Draw up your plans to build your bungalow at the Jersey Shore…

In the meantime, return to Calistoga. Rent A.

Come back to rent C.

Let us know which one you like best.

We booked this spring break trip in January during the height of Omicron when cross country flights were around $320 per person.  We had a flight credit that had to be used, and I considered myself incredibly lucky to find two roundtrip flights to California for the exact amount of our credit.  Even the American Airlines representative was impressed to realize that I did not owe them a single cent more than the total of our account.  I was so pleased with my luck that I decided to put my stress induced insomnia to good use one early morning and upgrade us both to first class for an additional $281 per person.  Apparently, pandemic travel upgrades are at their best around 3AM.

We’d never flown first class before so we were eager for the experience.  We flew out of Philadelphia with a nonstop flight to San Francisco.  We began our trip at the Philadelphia Airport Marriott the night before our departure.  This is an old hotel connected to Philadelphia’s airport Terminal B with extravagant views of the airport and runways right from your hotel room.  If you are like us, you could spend your entire day and night just watching planes take off and land.  

Despite the ticketing agent questioning our first class status at the luggage drop the next morning, we were able to check our bags quickly and breeze through security.  We eagerly assumed that our first class tickets would gain us access to the American Airlines lounge and made our way to the luxurious gates only to find out that only international first class fliers and upgraded credit card holders are welcome through those doors without a fee.  

We then remembered we could access The American Express Centurion Lounge, and quickly made our trek across the terminal to officially begin our spring break adventure.  Here we began our journey with a healthy breakfast, hot coffee, and a little morning happy hour before take-off.

We never knew that you could get a real plate and silverware on an airplane, and we each enjoyed a charcuterie and fruit plate at 35,000 feet above.  With a headwind of 110 knots, we were grateful for the extra large seats and leg room for what became a much lengthier flight than expected.

Once we arrived at SFO, we exited the terminal in complete awe of the airport and all of its amenities.  We’ve flown in and out of SFO before, but we’ve always admired West Coast airports.  They all seem brighter and more welcoming than their East Coast counterparts.

We took the shuttle to the rental car terminal and bypassed the counters to pick up our National rental car.  Forget the competitors, National is where it’s at. They make renting a car super easy for their Emerald Club Executive Level account holders.  Just proceed to the Executive lane, pick your car, jump in (the keys are in the car), and present your credit card and driver’s license at the gate.  We loaded up the nearest SUV and hit the road to Napa.

First Stop: Yountville

When it comes to California wine country, we’ve always considered ourselves Sonoma people as we favor that region a bit more.  On our past trips, Yountville has always just been a quick stop for lunch when driving through Napa.  This time around, we decided to spend our first two nights here.  We booked a room at the Four Sisters Inn, Maison Fleurie, which looked as if it were picked up from the French countryside and dropped onto a side street of Yountville, California.  We are big fans of the Four Sisters Inns and have stayed in several of their hotels on our trips to California.  Maison Fleurie was just as cozy and quaint as the others with their nightly wine and cheese hour and early morning breakfast.  With a location that’s easily walkable to all of the nearby restaurants, its convenience and price point make it a more affordable option than some of the other hotels in Yountville.  Plus their beautiful outdoor rooftop patio provided the perfect view while snacking on wine and cheese each evening.  There was only one downside to our stay here: our phone booth sized bathroom and shower.  It was so small that our sink resided outside the bathroom and next to our bed!  This was just a minor detail that I neglected to read when booking the least expensive room available.  We met a lot of wonderful guests at the hotel and enjoyed meeting and talking to them over breakfast and wine and cheese.  Ironically, almost all of them talked about how happy they were with their rooms, especially their large bathrooms.  They all laughed unbelievably at the reality of our bathroom situation.

A majority of the restaurants in Yountville are owned by three star Michelin Chef Thomas Keller, as this is the home of the famous French Laundry, Bouchon Bistro, Bouchon Bakery, Ad Hoc + Addendum, and La Calenda.  He’s even got his own garden on Washington Street to supply the restaurants! While we’ve always dreamed of feasting at the French Laundry, we went back and forth about getting reservations considering the cost.  Then, on a whim, we put ourselves on the wait list for Easter dinner and left it up to fate.  Fate kept our money in our wallets as we never got the call.  I’m sure dinner at the French Laundry is life changing, but it wasn’t in the cards during this trip.  

Our first stop in Yountville after our very long flight was for a snack of chips, salsa, and guacamole at La Calenda.  We had reservations that evening at Mustards and didn’t want to spoil dinner.  La Calenda was just steps away from our hotel and we decided to give it a try when we noticed the staff on break out back feasting on plates of food.  It looked so good that we decided we must get our snack there.  

After a good walk around town to stretch our legs, we called an Uber and began our journey to Mustards Grill.  Named for the wild mustard flowers that bloom in the vineyards each spring, Mustards has been serving the Napa community for close to 40 years.  With an extensive wine list and a menu that prides itself in deluxe truck stop classics, Mustards is one of those must-try places when visiting Napa Valley.  We didn’t plan to only eat fish at Mustards, but after having the Ahi tuna cracker appetizer, we couldn’t resist ordering the daily fish tostada and Ahi tuna sandwich for our entrees.  Both were delicious, with the fish tostada being the star of the show.

After a heavy jet-lagged sleep, we were up early on Easter Sunday for breakfast.  We were surprised to see the line for Bouchon Bakery was short, so we made our way there for coffee and snacks.  With a homemade pretzel and cheese roll in hand, we landed back at our hotel (just behind the bakery itself), and enjoyed a sun soaked morning of Napa Valley goodness.  This was just the fuel we needed for a walk to Chandon.

From the Maison Fleurie, you can take a short walk down Washington Street and make a right to walk under the highway overpass.  It doesn’t look like it at first, but after you emerge from the overpass and look right, Napa appears.  The Napa vineyards of a premium sparkling wine company called Chandon are situated here and with a reservation and just a short walk up the road, you can taste the wine and enjoy the sunshine on their exquisite grounds.  Tastings run for about $50 per person, but you can also just enjoy a glass while taking in the incredible view.

After a lovely afternoon at Chandon, we made our way to Bistro Jeanty for an early Easter dinner.  Bistro Jeanty is an adorable French restaurant on Washington Street that, we believe, enjoys some friendly competition with Thomas Keller’s French bistro Bouchon just down the street.  Bistro Jeanty reminded us of a typical tabac shop in Provence, and we enjoyed every minute of our time here.  Our favorite dish was the home smoked trout with potato salad and olive oil.  It was different and divine.  We sipped the local wine and shared a plate of sole Meunière and reminisced about some of our best French memories before heading back to our hotel to watch the sunset over the vines.

The next morning, we packed our rental car, said farewell to our tiny shower, and headed towards Calistoga. On the way, we stopped at the Model Bakery in St. Helena for Oprah’s favorite English muffin. We wholeheartedly agree that this is, by far, the best English muffin we’ve ever had. Everybody should get one of these English muffins in life, Oprah! Picture it: “YOU get an English muffin, and YOU get an English muffin” as she throws these magnificent muffins of buttery love to everyone in America.

With full bellies and a new fond love of the Model Bakery, we made our way to our next and favorite stop of the whole trip: Calistoga. 

Second Stop: Calistoga coming soon!

It all started with a postcard taped to a former colleague’s desk.  A simple postcard from the Wythe Hotel, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  Intrigued, I inquired, and my colleague raved.  She had gotten married there and her 5 star review made me swoon.  I came home and put it on our list.  

A pandemic put that list on hold, and on President’s Day Weekend 2022, after months of hiding from Omicron, we finally got to put a check mark next to Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

Once used to manufacture barrels for the sugar refineries bordering the East River and later a textiles factory producing fabrics for the Space Program, the Wythe Hotel boasts unique character with its storied past.  With a French restaurant just off the lobby and a rooftop wine bar with a stellar view of the Manhattan skyline, one could enter the hotel and be tempted to never leave.  We certainly fell under this spell as soon as we checked in and made our way upstairs.  The interior design of our room highlighted the building’s exposed brick with a cozy bed made up in Italian linens and a mini bar we’d call more mega than mini.  Yet, you have to leave, no matter how blustery the wind or chilly the day because the Wythe Hotel is situated in the most convenient of places, just across the street from Brooklyn Bowl and the Brooklyn Brewery and within walking distance to a variety of shops and restaurants.

We started our weekend with a visit to the Brooklyn Brewery before heading to Bar Blondeau, the rooftop wine bar at the Wythe, for a light dinner.  While we were eager to sit at the bar and soak in the view of the brightly lit Empire State Building on a clear night, we arrived to find a crowd that intended to do the same.  It was impossible to get near the bar let alone sit at it.  Luckily, we had reserved a table for dinner.  Over shared plates of French fries, thinly sliced Serrano ham, Bacalao fritters, and mussels with artichoke hearts, we planned the following day’s itinerary, reserving the afternoon for a few friendly rounds of bowling.

If you want to enjoy a quiet morning view of the Manhattan skyline, make your way back up to Bar Blondeau for a cup of coffee.  In the early morning hours, we discovered there is little to no competition for a bar stool.  We started our Saturday here sipping on deliciously refreshing orange juice that came with a surprising price tag.  Somehow I justified it was worth it for the serenity and the view.

Our journey along the streets of Williamsburg led us to stumble upon an adorable French cafe, Cafe Colette. Here we sat at the counter and shared our favorite indulgence: a croque madame. Served on a long, crunchy baguette with a runny yolk over ham and melted cheese, this was just the fuel we needed to start our day.

After breakfast, we continued to explore the area.  After spotting a Madewell shopping bag, I made it my mission to find the store.  Once inside, I resisted the urge to make any purchases, but enjoyed admiring the spring collection.  Then it was back onto the streets of Williamsburg to explore some more.

In the afternoon, we laced up our bowling shoes for a few games at Brooklyn Bowl.  Brooklyn Bowl seems Asbury Lanes inspired with a grand stage for bands, a couple of bars, a restaurant, and wait staff tending to your every need right at your lane.  I started off strong, but lost every single game.  At one point, our pins got twisted and our lane went dark which resulted in us not being charged for a portion of the time we were there.  This was a great deal considering it cost $30 per half hour to bowl.  Add your $4.95 per person shoe rental, and a few beverages, and this quickly becomes no ordinary bowling bill.

Saturday night’s dinner reservations were at Misi, a popular Italian restaurant offering handmade pasta dishes.  Reservations seemed almost impossible at Misi, but we turned on the notify option on our Resy and somehow nabbed a couple of bar stools.  While Misi was incredibly crowded and highly recommended, we were not overly impressed with our selections.  The food was good, but not what we anticipated.  Would we go again?  Yes, as I think it is always worth trying a restaurant more than once.  

After a busy day, we returned to the Wythe and planned the next day’s itinerary.  We would be changing hotels and moving to downtown Brooklyn for a visit to Time Out Market New York

Leaving the Wythe on Sunday was our biggest mistake.  We should have spent the entire weekend there, but instead we moved to the New York Marriott at the Brooklyn Bridge, a mega sized convention style hotel within walking distance to the bridge and not exactly “at it.” In retrospect, we could have checked out Time Out Market New York another time by easily by ferrying from downtown Manhattan.  Yet, this is the thing about travel, you live and learn and use these lessons for better planning next time.

Time Out markets bring the best of a city under one roof with multiple local food vendors serving up their best dishes.  Our first visit to a Time Out market was in Boston, and after having the best roast beef sandwich of my life there, I just had to check out what Time Out New York had to offer.  Located in DUMBO, just steps away from Jane’s Carousel and the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, Time Out Market New York will enrage the indecisive with its 24 different vendors and all of their varieties of food and beverage offerings.  We decided on a massive bowl of Jacob’s Pickles macaroni and cheese, the just-what-we-needed, stick to your ribs comfort food perfectly fit for a wickedly windy weekend.

We roamed DUMBO for awhile, taking refuge from the cold at Evil Twin Brewing Co., then at Bar Tabac, one of our favorite French cafes in Brooklyn.  The weekend concluded with a light dinner at Gage and Tollner, a shuttered restaurant recently reopened and ready to continue its 125 year legacy of being one of the most famous restaurants in Brooklyn.  Again, we weren’t impressed with our fried chicken selection, but absolutely devoured the Parker House rolls.  We’d be happy to return and try again as we envied our dining neighbor’s selections of roast chicken and steak.

We concluded our President’s Day Weekend Brooklyn vacation with a massive and delicious Essa bagel from their Time Out location before ferrying back across the East River and catching the Sea Streak for a beautiful ride home.  As we waved goodbye to downtown Manhattan, we eagerly discussed plans for our next visit.  After all, it will be Billy Joel who will welcome us back to the city in June.  

Until then, we’ll be in a New York state of mind…

We’ve been embracing train travel more than ever these days. Amtrak has become therapeutic in delivering us from point A to point B without the stress and exhaustion of navigating a car on America’s increasingly dangerous highways. We are comforted by the chug of the train beneath us as we pop in our AirPods and watch the window show. It thrills us that we are well on our way to earning a higher tier status on each of our Amtrak Rewards accounts, and that perks such as companion tickets and discount codes will begin to fill our inboxes soon. Inevitably, this means more train travel.

We’ve been fortunate to see the beauty from Seattle to Vancouver via Amtrak Cascades, and most recently, we’ve been getting the most out of the Amtrak Northeast Regional service with trips to New York City, Baltimore, Washington, D.C., Boston, and Providence. This fall season as the leaves on the trees began to turn their most vibrant shades of orange and yellow, we decided to head to Hudson, New York, a two hour slow, but beautiful chug along the Hudson River via Amtrak’s Empire Service.

We started our fall adventure with a night in New York City and filled our time with some new experiences. We booked a stay at the Park South Hotel and enjoyed the last weekend of the season with a glass of wine by the fire on their Roof at Park South.

For a delicious and uniquely fun experience, we had lunch at KazuNori: The Original Hand Roll Bar. If you love sushi, you’ve got to visit this place. We shared the 6 Hand Roll set since we were opting for a light lunch, but each of us could have eaten our own set easily. They are so small and delightful.

In the evening, before seeing the play Is this a Room, we ate at Lidia Bastianich’s famous theatre district restaurant Becco. You can’t go wrong ordering the three pasta special. The three pastas change daily and you get all three along with a choice of Caesar salad or antipasto misto. On the night we were there, the three pastas included mezzi rigatoni with fresh basil, black olives, tomatoes and onion, mushroom ravioli with truffle butter and sage, and fettuccine with veal bolognese and peas. All were fresh, delicious, and unlimited, but so filling that we couldn’t even think about another helping. For $29.95 per person, this is seriously the best deal in town.

I wish we could say that we loved the play Is This a Room, but it was not as entertaining as we’d hoped. We’d read some intriguing reviews in The New York Times and The New Yorker, but the play fell short for us. Maybe it was the dark theater and our bellies filled with pasta that made us sleepy and bored, but we were thankful it was short and inexpensive.

The next morning before picking up the Amtrak Empire in the Moynihan Train Hall, we grabbed coffee and a pumpernickel bagel prior to boarding the train. We were thankful for this because we soon found out that the Empire is a no-frills experience without a cafe car. We’d soon forget that minor detail as soon as the train departed the dark tunnels beneath the city. The Empire’s service runs parallel to the Hudson River and as the train glided along the banks of the river, the fall leaves began to reveal the brightest and most beautiful tones of yellow and orange.

Arriving in Hudson to their adorable little station, we lugged our bags down from the train onto a little yellow stool then down to the pavement. From here, we needed to make our way to our hotel, The Hudson Whaler, which is located on Warren Street, the main thoroughfare of shops and restaurants that make Hudson such an appealing place to visit. It all looks uphill from the train station to town, but we gave it a go using our phones to navigate our way there. Along the way we passed The Wick, a Tribute Portfolio Hotel now owned by Marriott. Ideally, this was our first choice for our stay due to our Marriott Titanium status, but the hotel is booked solid on most weekends which left us to seek an alternative option for our stay. Leaving The Wick behind us, our directions told us to make a left at the end of the road. With a row of warehouses to our right and a steep flight of concrete stairs to our left, we scratched our heads in wonder at just what we were supposed to do next. Yes, we could heave our bags up this flight of stairs and risk being arrested for trespassing, or we could call an Uber. At this point, an Uber seemed like the best decision. Without much cell service to rely on, we made our way back towards The Wick as the Uber app searched and searched for an available driver.

And then we met Don.

Don is the incredibly friendly and helpful doorman at The Wick. When he approached these two weary travelers with suitcases in tow, he expected we were checking in for the weekend. When we told him we were lost and not sure how to make a left at the end of the road, he said, “Well that’s simple. Make a left and go up the concrete stairs. Then walk two blocks and make a right at the corner store. The Hudson Whaler is just five blocks from there.” When we told him we’d called an Uber, he welcomed us inside to warm up from the cold while the app continued to spin. After awhile, Don came back in to check on us and said, “If you’d gone up the concrete steps you would have been checked in by now.” We agreed, and as if fate was on our side, Uber canceled our request and notified us to try again later. Due to the limited availability of Ubers, Don provided us with a list of cab services, and with a warm thank you and goodbye, we made our way to the concrete stairs.

The steps…

He was right. The Hudson Whaler was exactly where he said it would be, and we were so happy to arrive and set our bags down after an exhausting uphill journey.

The Hudson Whaler is a beautiful newly renovated boutique hotel with a lobby that welcomes you with its rich, dark wood staircase, sparkling chandeliers, and cozy fireplace. The magic is in the details, with handmade chocolate whales, one milk chocolate, one dark, perfectly placed next to your bed, and a remote controlled fireplace to warm your room on cold Hudson nights.

We began our journey through town with a glass of wine and a cheese board at Warren & Vine, a must-visit wine bar with heated outdoor seating. We then strolled up and down Warren Street, taking in all of the shops and restaurants along the way. For dinner, we landed a seat at the bar of Le Perche and opted for their pre-fixe dinner of soup, entree, and dessert. The portion sizes of the pre-fixe dinner at Le Perche are huge. We could have easily shared just the appetizer which was a very large bowl of warm, comforting, and delicious Swiss chard and bean soup. It was so good and so filling that we barely had any room for the boeuf bourguignon and the creme brûlée that followed, but we easily found a spot for these delectable dishes. When there’s boeuf bourguignon, you eat it.

When we arrived to Hudson on a Friday night, it seemed a bit vacant. We were able to walk into restaurants without crowds or a wait, and we started to wonder if maybe it wasn’t the hot spot we’d read so much about. Yet, on Saturday, when we walked the whole of Warren Street, entering and exiting bustling restaurants with no room for us, we realized we should have made dinner reservations, way in advance.

On Saturday, we visited the hamburger diner Grazin’ for lunch. It looks like an old greasy spoon that you’d think would serve the typical breakfast fare, but they don’t. Instead, they serve meat in burger form straight from their farm ,and whiskey straight from their distillery. The kind owner greets you at your table or the counter to welcome you to his unique establishment and will give you the full story of the diner if you ask. He will also buy you a drink if you are jealous of the one your wife ordered (Paul…).

Between Grazin’ and heading back down the concrete steps to the Amtrak Station on Sunday, we visited some other noteworthy places. We highly recommend all of the following:

The Amelia Hotel: check out their events calendar for their literary series in partnership with the Asian American Writers’ Workshop. We were able to hear the award winning poet Monica Youn, the first writer featured in the series. The hotel is charming, Ms. Youn is inspiring, and for an aspiring writer like myself, it was something I will never forget.

Back Bar-We got the feeling that it’s where the locals go, and you should too. You’ll feel like your in your friend’s garage, the friend who knows how to make good dumplings.

Oak-for pizza. For when the pizza craving hits like it always does (on any and all of our trips at least). We got a late night treat-a Margherita pizza with arugula (a warm memory of our favorite pizza in Paris).

Hudson Roastery-for coffee.

Nolitas Cafe-for the breakfast burrito

Governor’s Tavern-trust us.

And, for when you are ready to heave your luggage down those concrete steps and back to the train station, stop at Kitty’s for the chocolate chip cookies. We hear the chicken is good too, but we had just eaten a Nolitas breakfast burrito, so we settled on cookies.

You won’t believe this, because we hardly could. On our trek downhill, down those concrete steps we could have never imagined climbing, two ladies followed us. At the bottom of the steps, they announced, “We followed you because you looked like you knew what you were doing!” And we all enjoyed a good laugh before we headed home.