What a week it has been. I’ve been working most nights until midnight and getting up at 3:30 am and making some phone calls and going back to sleep until 6:30 am. It hasn’t been all work, however. Today, Christine, my coworker, and I drove into San Francisco. I was fortunate that Christine happens to be from these parts and while not completely familiar with the surroundings, she was competent enough to take us from Dublin/Pleasanton into Sausalito, which is absolutely gorgeous. Sorry, folks, my camera is on the fritz…
We drove up 580 to 880 to 80 then 101 and took the next exit up from Sausalito and stumbled upon this wonderful restaurant called the Buckeye Roadhouse which the valet described as a “happy accident” since we confessed we knew not where we were and were looking for a place to have lunch. Indeed, it did turn out to be a “happy accident.” If ever you should make it to Mill Valley, CA, I recommend you stop and take in the delightful restaurant called Buckeye Roadhouse. It is reminiscent of a hunting lodge and has a long history. It originally operated as a German restuarant so many of the dishes were probably German inspired. I, myself, had a shrimp and bacon cobb salad. They smoke all their meat on site in the smokehouse so there is a wonderful aroma as soon as you pull into the parking lot. You can dine in the bar area but you will probably enjoy the other side where they have a fireplace and picture perfect views of the bay and garden area and the ivy covered back sloped area where the smokehouse is. It was so wonderful and the food was great. The waiters were so friendly. In fact, every single person that I have encountered in California has been simply wonderful. Even the bum in San Francisco with his sign asked for anything, “even a smile.”
Such a wonderful country side but my thoughts often turned toward the earthquake that occurred in late 1989. I find it hard to forget. I was in bootcamp in Orlando, FL at the time and my friend, Christine was going to Sacramento when it occured. One of the bridges she frequently commuted on collapsed that day. Despite all the potential hazards, one can find themselves California dreamin as I will no doubt find myself for many nights going forward.\
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