Eastside Road, November 30, 2014—
AFTER LAST NIGHT'S feast, tonight's dinner seemed quiet and subdued — but familiar. Leftovers, of course, and the mashed potatoes and stuffing and gravy were better if anything, and succotash supplanted the green beans and Brussels sprouts. No pie, alas: but a couple of See's chocolates served nicely.
Cheap Pinot grigio, softened with a bit of flat Prosecco from yesterday — a very nice blend, as it turns out.
Oh: and lunch was — you'd never believe it — an In-N-Out hamburger with fries. We virtually never go to fast food places. I've been to one McDonalds, and that was on the Champs Elysées. I've been to one Dairy Queen, and that was in the wilds of Oregon, in an emergency, with no alternative. Of Burger King, Jack in the Box, and the rest, of those I am innocent.
But this is my third trip to an In-N-Out. I trust them for some reason — perhaps because they say they peel their own potatoes. The burger was okay.
• In-N-Out Burger, 2131 County Center Drive, Santa Rosa, California; 1-800-788-1000