We had our first pre-baby/no kids getaway for a few days in the city this last week. We stayed in a 4-star hotel, and had a spectacular view of the bay from the 29th floor. Although there were shutters on the windows, the sunrise peeked through the cracks of the shutters, beckoning to be seen. And what a sight to wake up to!
I got motion sickness on the BART, but not enough to lay me out for the night. It was a VERY chilly evening, and although my coat seemed like it would be warm enough, it wasn't. The wind was a biting right through my my clothes. My husband and I like to Yelp restaurants in the area, and we stumbled upon a fantastic Italian restaurant. We walked there checking into our hotel, and we shared a delicious margarita pizza and their house made gnocchi. We were suppose to see the Hobbit, but I was already feeling pretty tired. We ended up going back the hotel room and renting Fury. I fell asleep at the beginning, but woke up to watch the majority of it. We didn't sleep very long.
The next day, we went shopping at Neiman Marcus, and I got the cutest matching Michael Kors, orange beanie and gloves to keep me warm. After, we saw the Hobbit in 3D IMAX. The movie started at 12:30pm. Having not had a lot of sleep, and with my body wanting to shut down by noon every day, I, too, fell asleep for most of the beginning of this movie too. We weren't too fond of the soap-opera look that the 3D effect generated, and we didn't like it as much as the first Hobbit. We went back to the hotel and took a nap, and we got ready to see the play, Promises, Promises. We stopped and got a hot drink to enjoy as we walked to the play. I was hungry before the first act began, but since we wanted to sleep longer durning our nap, we decided to forego dinner until after the play. By the second act, I was hungry, but the play was so entertaining that I was able to forget about my hunger.
By the time the play was over, it s nine o'clock. We had a difficult time finding restaurants that were open, but my husband found one called Hogwash. Although I'm not a big fan of hot dogs and sausages, I was willing to eat anything at this point! Let me tell you that the dinner we had tasted like the most amazing dinner I had ever had in my life! The curry fries were crunch and delectably tasty, and the hot dog we shared had house-made pickles that enhanced each mouth-watering bite! I will definitely be coming back here for when I need to give into my cravings. Surprisingly, I did not get sick off the food.
The next morning we were packing up our things. The hotel room was toasty and warm, but I started to get light headed and dizzy. Being up for a couple of hours and not having yet eaten was starting to get to me. I felt like I was going to pass out! The cool San Francisco air helped to alleviate some of my discomfort, but the next mission was to find food, STAT!
We found a restaurant called the Grove where you order your food in line, and they bring you your food. My husband ordered a bacon scramble, and I had a breakfast burrito. Although I've had an aversion to meat lately, the idea of bacon sounded pretty good, so we decided to order a side and share it.
After eating his bacon scramble, my husband started tucking into the bacon. He picked up the first piece. It was thick and crispy, and he seemed to enjoy it. The other two pieces were not so esthetically perfect. They were tangled up with each other, but he picked the less mangled of the two. I was so annoyed that he was eating both pieces of bacon when he already had bacon in his scramble! That, and he was leaving me with the most mangled piece of bacon!
He was over halfway done with his second piece of bacon, and I hunched over, gave him a look that sent daggers flying towards him, I growled, and ripped the bacon out of his mouth!
No. That really didn't happen. But that's how my husband will tell you it happened. He said he thought there were 4 pieces of bacon, but once he realized there were only 3, he gave me what was left of the 2nd piece. At first, I wanted to throw a fit and not eat any of the bacon. But who am I kidding. I ate it anyway. It was delicious! It was my first hormonal moment over food, and I apologized to my husband for my reaction. Certainly, I'm territorial. But not usually with food. And although my morning sickness is in full swing, and I don't even want to eat any meat at all, I will, now, forever be dubbed the "Bacon Snatcher."
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