Showing posts with label Armadillo Willy's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Armadillo Willy's. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

On the road again: San Francisco, day 7

When the only things you do all day that aren't work are shower and eat (quickly), and when your work is confidential, there's not a lot you can discuss. Today was one of those days. Work was interesting, and my client meetings were fun and informative, but I can't talk about any of it.

Lunch was a treat: barbecue at Armadillo Willy's, an old favorite from when I used to spend a week a month out here. For a California restaurant chain, they make surprisingly good Texas barbecue.

I also indulged in a late-afternoon treat: a delicious ice-cream sandwich from Ruby Jewel. If a store near you carries these tasty goodies (we found them at a local Whole Foods), you owe it to yourself to try one.

I've been on the road too long right now, so I'm ready to get home. I'll be flying that way tomorrow. Here's hoping for a first class upgrade and a plane with bandwidth (neither of which, alas, looks at all likely)!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Snapshots from a day

A drive down 101 into the heart of Silicon Valley, traffic as heavy as rush hour at home--but it's just before noon and light for here.

Lunch with a client at an Armadillo Willy's. We're not in Austin, but this is pretty darn good 'que.

A drive back up 101 during rush hour--an ordeal that took over two hours and culminated with 101 being closed due to an accident. I love the weather here, and many amazing tech companies call this area home, but I'm happy to live where I do.

I have to give credit to our rental Kia, a brand I generally disdain, for handling well all driving to date. Its horn, though, cries out, "I have a tiny penis!" Think the sound you'd hear if you stomped on a rat's testicles.

Tokie's, a restaurant we frequented when I was coming to this area monthly, still makes tasty sushi. I have an irrational fondness for the place and recommend it.

East Coast or West, I end up working too late and sleeping too little. I sense a pattern.

And a book that calls to me to work on its outline!

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