Poring over the bills from my summer excursion, I now understand the frugality of the little miser.
Mrs. Kfred and I spent a long planned week in California driving from San Diego up to San Francisco with another couple. And we had a fabulous time. I had planned and reserved some hotels in advance via Priceline and Hotels.com, so, I knew my costs going in and actually cut some pretty good bargains. As I had prepaid them before I left, that expense was already addressed. As we get on the road though, well, it's time to eat lunch and get a couple of microbrews for 4. "Thanks folks. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, I will be your cashier." Sounds innocuous enough. That will be $85 please. Hey, here we are at the 18th of Pebble Beach. Let's eat there. Yeah, that sounds good. Yike's! they're kind of proud of their setting here. Oh I know, but c'mon it's Pebble Beach; when are you going to be back here anytime soon? Yeah, you're right. Lets sit outside in the sun. "Table for 4? No problem. You can sit right here. Let me tell you about the lunch specials". $181 for lunch was a bit of a shocker, but, you know, it will be a long time before I probably go back and I WAS at Pebble Beach.
We go to Mission Ranch in Carmel to have dinner At Clint Eastwood's place. It's an old working cattle farm on the Bay that he rescued from bankruptcy years ago which was slated to be bought by a bunch of condo developers. They have a restaurant and piano bar that was a lot of fun and is supposedly frequented by Eastwood frequently on weeknights. Of course, he didn't show when we ate there, but it was a fun experience. Apparently, he is getting a little grumpier in his old age and doesn't deviate far from some of his recent movie characters when it comes to pleasantries. Regardless, dinner for 4 was nothing that couldn't be defeated by the better part of 4 Franklins.
I know we spent more on food than we did on hotels. But, hey, I'm on vacation. I wonder if Pricleine will consider starting a name-your-own-price for dinner option.