Almost every time wee visit the Bay area, the hubs has to make a trip up to Santa Rosa to fill his beer quota at Russian River Brewing Co.. A few of Russian River’s beers have been named some of the top beers in the world, and because they’re not available in our home state of Texas, we usually stow a few bottles away in our check-in bags. We arrived about fifteen minutes before doors opened on a Saturday morning, and there was already a line about thirty people deep.
Jameson is my favorite go-to whiskey. It’s smooth, sweet, and consistent. I like mine on a rock—that is, I like mine served with just one ice cube. It’s enough to mellow the whiskey out even more, but not enough to water it down. The hubs is a big Jameson fan, too. It was his call to stock the bar at our wedding with Jameson. My father gave him a bottle of 18-year-old Jameson for Christmas one year. We drank it lovingly. So of course, when in Dublin, we had to
I’ve already had Irish coffee first thing in the morning, the breakfast of champions, so why not continue the routine? When in Dublin… It’s a good idea to hit up the Guinness Storehouse early—we opted for mid-morning—as the place gets overrun by crowds after lunch. (Hours of operation are from 9:30 AM to 5 PM daily.) The Storehouse is built to resemble a pint glass, and after you pay an admission fee, you get a short tour (more like a brief introduction to Guinness and the founder, Arthur Guinness) and
How fitting that I continue with my Ireland vlog on St. Patrick’s Day! Day 2 of our Ireland rail tour. We start out from Killarney and have Irish coffee for breakfast. It’s my first time having Irish coffee, and it packed a punch to the face. Irish coffee, for those who don’t know, is coffee spiked with whiskey (Jameson, to be true to the Irish). The hubs really liked it, but I found it a bit much for 7 in the morning. I thought the coffee with Bailey’s Irish cream
Because we got straight-up REJECTED at Balvenie, we visited Glenfiddich instead. The Glenfiddich distillery was a much larger operation, offering tours on a walk-in basis. A tour guide, complete with a kilt, gave us a tour of the 130-year-old family operation. I learned that glenfiddich means “valley of the deer,” hence Glenfiddich’s label. At the endof the tour, of course there was a tasting. The visit to Glenfiddich was totally worth it, but they say once you tour one distillery, they’re all kind of the same, so unless you’re a
On our fourth day in London, my girlfriend and I wanted to experience afternoon tea. I was recommended many places for tea time, including the Ritz and Claridge’s. But on this day, we’d been roaming around London in shorts and sneakers, and we just didn’t feel like trekking back to our airbnb to change into high tea-appropriate wear, so we ended up at the Rose Lounge, mostly because we were already in the area. The Rose Lounge turned out to be exactly what we were looking for: true afternoon tea
The temperature in Houston is reaching the 100s this week, and the only way many of us can bear the wet heat is to think of all the other great things Houston has to offer, like food,. food, and more food. I won’t complain, though—I’d been to so many cold places in the last couple of winters (I.e. Grand Rapids, Michigan, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and Toronto when it was -10°F!), that I promised Houston I wouldn’t complain about its summers this year. At the end of the day, I would rather
I guess technically this entry should’ve been titled “Eating Napa,” but there’s going to be a little bit of SF in it, too–namely the airport. Did you know the San Francisco International Airport (SFO) is working towards becoming accessible for blind travelers by using localization technology? These days, technology has granted so many visually impaired people more independence. When I travel alone, I depend on guidance and assistance from airport employees, but indoo.rs will take travel to another level for those with vision loss. Until then, let’s get back to
I’ve been writing a lot recently about athleticism, getting fit, and staying in shape. Don’t worry. This week won’t be another post on what you should and shouldn’t be doing with your life. Sort of. This week’s post is a recipe for a delicious smoothie I created when I came across some strawberries in my fruit crisper, left over from when a friend made chocolate covered strawberries for my little Oscars viewing party.
I used to be one of those wistful passersby that would stroll by the Vitamix demo stations at Costco, listen to the industrial blade going to town on the fruits and veg, and say to myself, “I’ve got to get me one of those beautiful things in the not-so-distant future.” Well, that not-so-distant day has come, and I no longer need to be a coveting passerby. I’ve shifted into the circle of official Vitamix owners. So hah! Take that, Vitamix girl at Costco! Now I’m blending my own smoothies and