Monday, January 6, 2014

Lessons on Finding Food on the Road

Well, not on the road - that's just roadkill (which is legal to eat in several states).   I meant while you were traveling on the road.

Never mind.  Not enough coffee.


Highway 101 on the Washington coast spends most of it's time hugging the coast line of the Pacific Coast.  You'll spend part of the time deep in a forest, not having a clue that, on a map, three miles to the west as the crow flies you will be in the drink.  Then when you come across the coast, it is mind blowing.

By this time in our trip we were hungry (read starving) and happened upon Long Beach.  We cut off 101 to 103 onto this little sliver of land between the Pacific Ocean and Willapa Bay.  Now long Beach is known for its famous kite flying at the end of August (August 19-25).  Guess when we were there?  The week before the end of August (August 18th).

While we saw the tents and there was a lot of people, it wasn't as crammed as it was going to get.  Dodged a bullet there (although, had we not had reservations, we might have been tempted to stay...).  We drove around looking for a place to eat.

Here's where the lesson needs to come in.  Lesson I:  Do NOT wait until you are all starving and cranky to find a place to eat!

Good grief.  After backtracking just outside Long Beach, we went back to a place we saw and walked in.

And walked out.

I guess here is where I would insert Part II of the lesson:  Don't be afraid to walk out of a restaurant/hotel/attraction.

We hadn't seated ourselves yet.  Despite the lack of customers, no one came to the front desk.   (Lesson III: If it's dead - run.  Somebody knows something and that is not the place to eat)  I helped myself to a menu, looked at it, conferred with the fam,  put it back and walked back to the car, stomach's still growling.

We drove to another place, getting crankier by the moment.  The parking lot was PACKED.  Lesson IV: If it's busy, chances are, it's good.  My husband pulled up to the door while my teenager and I got out to see how long the wait was.  We hit the lobby - which doubled as the bar.  If you've never seen a straight laced 14 year old face a sign that says "no minors allowed", it's pretty funny.  The brakes went on and she started shaking her head.

Me, on the other hand, was not in control of my brain because my stomach was in charge, had no problem asking the waitress that greeted us if minors were allowed.  She smiled and said yes.

My daughter almost went limp with relief that she wasn't breaking some hard-fast rule (although later she would brag that it was her first bar).

I asked how long the wait was and she said she had a table outside ready.  My daughter bolted for the door to tell dad to park (and to highlight the "bar" part - great parenting, here).

The restaurant we ended up eating at was Lost Roos.  Fabulous food, even more fabulous chowder.  WOW!    Highly recommend it.

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