As all of the mentions of San Francisco and the Foodbuzz Festival die down, I feel simultaneously sad and maybe a bit relieved. The truth is San Francisco holds a special place in my heart.
A few months after Matt and I started dating my parents took us on a trip to the West Coast. It’s kind of a running family joke now.
We spent the majority of the two weeks in a villa tucked inside the mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe suffering from food poisoning, and the rest of the time being dragged from winery to winery even though neither of us were of legal drinking age.
A lot of things are different now.
We have an appreciation for vineyards.
We always bring Pepto on vacation.
And we haven’t traveled with my parents since.
Finish this sentence: The worst trip I ever took was…