As shameful a display of awful tourism that Old Town is, this fish taco entree served at a restaurant on its border was quite tasty and attractively presented. The mole sauce on my enchiladas was a pleasant surprise with a subtle, though rich cocoa undertone and mild heat from peppers. The trouble with California is that you need a designated driver, and I did not end up trying any of the selections on the extensive tequila menu.
My sister happened to be in LA the same weekend we were in San Diego. The first thing we did upon landing was upgrade the car to a convertible - black Ford Mustang with less than 4,000 miles on it. While we did not drive up to LA, my sister and I swapped war stories about our respective flights. An edited portion from an exchanged email:
I wish there were marshals on my flight. There were three completely obnoxious women sitting in the row ahead of us. It was their first time on JetBlue and the woman in front of me reclined in her seat during take-off. I tapped her shoulder and utterly inconvenienced her by asking her to raise her seat up again until we reached cruising altitude. Hell, if I can't put my seat back during take-off then I'm not letting her get away with it. They were they punch drunk during the flight (one spilled beer all over the place), and then like idiots they applauded on landing.To add insult to injury, these buffoons were on the same return flight! They were a little quieter the second time, but still clapped upon landing.
The problem with daytime flights is the presence of babies. If I ran JetBlue, I would assign priority seating for fast people with little baggage and no children. Let everyone else squabble with their oversized carryons and baby seats. Additionally, babies would be relegated to the back third of the plane. It's already loud back there with all the engine noise, so it is really a public service. I would also drop Boomerang and add Cartoon Network, but one step at a time.
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