Sep 4, 2009

Sacramento, the city of no delivery food

While most San Franciscans like to vacation in places like Hawaii and Tijuana (or at the very least, Lake Tahoe) the husband and I decided--after much google-ing and yelp-ing--that Sacramento would be the perfect place for our very first family vacation. Main draws: easy on the wallet, hot, and a short enough car ride away that Munch Munch wouldn't cry. So off our little family set on Tuesday with our bedrail, sunscreen and three enormous smiles. And of course, way too much luggage. I'm what you might call an obsessive-compulsive packer--I can't help it, I try to limit myself to a simple, well-appointed list but I find myself shoving extra sweatshirts and emergency food supplies into shopping bags as we're going out the door, running back upstairs with the car running for second and third pairs of back-up sunglasses, insect repellant, band-aids, I could go on...

Overall, we had a pretty good time. Our goals: keep expectations low, rest up, eat lots of food. We only fought for part of one day, which I think was pretty good. Something about not screwing up the take-out order and some stuff about how the other person was raised, you know, the usual stuff.

Best things about Sacramento
  1. You can stay in a 5-star hotel in Sacramento for the same price as a Best Western in SF
  2. Breakfast pizza. Sounds crazy but it's actually awesome. Bacon, eggs, cheese and pizza crust, yum!
  3. Not a single person offered me a single piece of advice
  4. They're not above air conditioning
  5. Serious fish and chips for serious eaters
  6. Arnold lives there

Worst things about Sacramento:
  1. Nobody freakin delivers food. Nobody. Can a nursing momma get some Chinese? Thai? Anything?
  2. Most of the city shuts down by 5 o'clock
  3. There are only about ten things to do and some of those are a stretch
  4. Besides Arnold, I'm not sure if anybody lives there
  5. Maybe a little too hot

Anyhow, glad to go and glad to come home. Already back in long sleeves and wooley socks, tucked into bed with my little vacationed-out boy.

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