My wife and I love our neighborhood.  I mean we REALLY love living where we do.  We walk to the restaurants, walk to the park, walk to the bars.  Most of our friends are within walking or biking distance.  It's really great, actually.  And even though the City just cut the tree trimming budget and I can't tell if the 50/50 sidewalk repair program is still running, all in all its a great place to be...unless you live between Ray and Utah on a Friday or Saturday night...

I am not really going to dedicate a whole entry to being cold and wet lately, but this is really not what I signed up for.  I know we live in a desert with more grass than beachgoers and we "borrow" all our water from other places, so the rainfall should be a good thing.  But it's really not.  Rain just stands in the way of walking the neighborhood and the San Diego crowd isn't really built for "weather."

Enough about that, I really wanted to post about my experience at West Coast Tavern recently.  For those that don't know, it's the restaurant formerly known as Hawthorn's underneath the North Park Theatre.  Okay, maybe not underneath, more like adjacent to.  Exact location aside, here's a photo I took