Based In - San Diego
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After 10 days of scrambling round San Diego, finally someone
turned up that actually knew something about the place. Fellow New York Thursday Club member Adam's future wife Kate was coming back to her home town to (ironically) 'show off' her boyfriend to her parents but given that he has ginger hair and wears lycra for a living, I'm a tad
baffled at what she was hoping to achieve. Perhaps she's just one of those rebellious types. Anyway, her arrival meant that we could turn off our brains, leave our guid
e books at home and just mindlessly follow her around like mindless lemmings for the day. Maybe we should enlist the help of locals wherever we go? The problem is that eventually we would come across someone as mean spirited and sadistic as myself and then we'd spend the day touring sewers.
First stop...food, obviously. Rubios has been dishing out its famous Fish Tacos for the last 26 years and we visited their original shack which still looks like a good gust of wind could take it out. They call their style of food 'Beach Mex' and we stuc
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with tradition and ordered their 'World Famous Fish Tacos' (small soft tortillas filled with goujons of crispy beer battered fish, shredded cabbage, mild salsa and a tangy white sauce reminiscent of tartare sauce) and the 'Fish Tacos Especial' that came with guacamole, jack and cheddar cheeses and a cilantro/onion mix. Personally I preferred the simplicity of the original version which came with a lot less gunk and gloop (these probably aren't authentic Mexican phrases but you get my meaning) but, in both, the fish was incredibly tender and perfectly cooked. In fact, they were so damn extraordinary that if either of us happen to win the competition to eat free here for a year then that will make our decision of where to live incredibly easy. In fact, from the ecstatic look on Adam's face, I think he would even consider leaving his current easy access to scantily clad school boys to be cl
oser to this simple magic. But even without the competition win, these little heavenly wraps won't break the bank as they're just a few dollars a go - it just goes to show simply, well executed street food can easily rival the eating experience at a $200 a head meals provided by a super chef. Well, that's the justification I'll be using when I take Kate to some grubby street stalls for our anniversary next year.
You don't want to hear about the rest of the day which involved some painfully coupley strolling (rather than taking the minge bus) through the gardens of the incredibly beautiful Balboa Park before finally being allowed to have beers in a student bar / deli just next to San Diego University with Kate's (Adam's Kate, not mine) brother who is a Freshman Frat. After we had gone our separate ways (Kate and I to eat again whilst Adam and Kate met her dad for a baseball game and some general bonding), we all met up again in the evening to ensure that no one went home sober. Luckily the bar we ended up in had over 100 beers on tap so by 2am the mission was very much accomplished. In the few conscious seconds between my head hitting the pillow and unconsciousness, I pondered on whether Rubio's would deliver me another half dozen fish tacos and when sleep did arrive, I'm sure I dreamt that it was my name pulled out of the hat for the year's free supply.
Leaving San Diego to head north towards Los Angeles tomorrow. Sadly I need to head back to the UK the following day as my gran has died.
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