So we stopped at a market (insanely crowded, very narrow aisles, I panicked). A 2-liter bottle was $3.99. Yikes. I figured we'd be near a regular grocery store eventually, so I bought a 20 ounce bottle and we took off. (Click on map to embiggen.)
|My ill-conceived journey for Diet Pepsi|
I misunderstood the recommendation from the woman with the 2 barky dogs in the unit next to Sonya's--I thought the Union Hotel had Southern-style cooking, but it was family style Italian... it turned out to be a great meal, but it was initially met with trepidation.
Actually, I think we stumbled into a fantastic meal (or good wine and a LOT of food made everything better). I'm pretty sure Sonya's roast chicken was coated with olive oil, herbs, spices, and heroin (based on the addictive taste). My chicken something something on a pasta of sorts was gone within 20 minutes, so clearly I didn't enjoy a bit of it.
|Chicken something something at the Union Hotel, via an iPhone with no flash|
|A collection of gingerbread men, via an iPhone with no flash|
The trek from Occidental to Lucky's was 7 miles and dark and confusing and we made a bad turn (fortunately firemen helped us out). We found Lucky's. And I found out that I wasn't actually reading Sonya's mind at all. She didn't need anything (okay, dishwashing soap to clean up some canine poop issues, and then milk for my coffee which, as I'm typing this, I realize I never had).
And, AND, while I got a 6-pack, I only actually drank 2 of them. I left 2 with her (and took 2 back to SFO with me).