Picked up Patty in Ojai and we surfed a double-over-ankle C Street. Then we went on a tour of downtown Ventura eateries for lunch and found a hole in the wall Taqueria Vallarta (unrelated to the Santa Cruz venues) on the main drag. Perfect.
The lovely Patty Williams, waiting for her tacos, knocking back a Modelo.
I dug into some nachos: chips, sour cream, cheese, beans, chicken, salsa and guacamole. After a beer, this dish said 'nap time.' Back at the Williams residence we dozed on the deck, drank tea and ate cookies.
With the light waning, we rode bikes through town and ate dinner at a roadhouse on the outskirts of Ojai. We both ordered buffalo burgers with fries. No photographic evidence exists of this conquest but I confess that the burgers were dynamite. How does one follow a day of this sort?
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patty's got some sick glasses.
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