Sunday was gorgeous in La Jolla where I went furniture shopping at the La Jolla Village Center mall. The parking lot was full and it took a while to find a space - you'd guess the economy is booming. Just inside the entrance to the complex, there's a currency exchange booth. Hmmmm....maybe these are mostly tourists?
The black antiqued bench and a couple of pots were pretty good finds. The heavily distressed and aged coffee table/bench might be a little too much for the spot I have in mind.
About 1:30 my monthly craving for french fries hit with a vengeance. The food court is loaded with Asian fast food places and I actually had to search for french fries. Finally I finally located them at Steak Express. And boy, were they great! I watched them drag out a grey plastic garbage pail full of giant Burbank Russetts, cut them on the spot with their french fry cutting machine and pop them straight into the fryer. Glistening, hot and slightly browned with crispy edges but a potatoey interior and with the ideal level of greasiness, they were perfect with malt vinegar and lots of salt. I enjoyed them immensely while watching the ice skaters whirling and twirling below.