POST FAM TO HUNTINGTON BEACH

With the Travel Media Showcase coming to a close Eunice and I prepared to go to Huntington Beach for the Post FAM tour. We arrived in Huntington Beach and checked into the Huntington Beach Resort Hotel. The room that we were given was dirty. There were crumbs on the bed and the chair next to the table was filthy. I'm glad that they gave us another room.

Lunch time and we are off to a restaurant called Sandy's Beach Grill located at the beginning of the pier. It was quite a long way for us as it seemed that Eunice's foot had been bothering her. A cute doggie greeted us at the restaurant and the food was good.

Our next stop was to the Farmer's Market, which was just near the restaurant. I checked out the corn and some celery root and poor Eunice was shocked to see a bunch of relatives that were both headless and footless.

We had a van pick us up but the van didn't have a step stool to get into the back. Fortunately, Eunice and I were able to get the front seat, but of our new friends couldn't make it into the back and she decided to walk instead.

Now that we got back, they scheduled a cooking demonstration. Actually, we didn't see anything being cooked as the demo was a salad using the stuff purchased by the chef.

So, now that we saw the demo, they arranged for us to have a cocktail (not that kind) party and sample the salad. There was this writer who had been rude and nasty from the time we were in Catalina Island. At first, Eunice placed her drink on a table and was standing behind the chair and holding onto it. This woman sat down at the table and Eunice had to tell her that she was already sitting there. Then we went up to the table where the salad was and since she arrived there about the same time, we let her go first. Well, she was picking out a piece of the salad, such as a piece of tomato, bringing it to her face, looking it over and deciding if she wanted to put it on her plate. If not, she put it back and ruffled through the salad continuing to do this. Some time went by and we decided to grab a fork and go into the salad where she wasn't poking and put some on a plate. She got indignant and mutter something under her breath as she walked away.

Now that we had some appetizers, we were now off to dinner, where the chef was grilling. There was food other than that salad and it was good.