Fast Food Faceoff!! results

I can't believe we're into our final week here
And I still haven't tried Arby's or Popeye's
However, after exhaustive research, the best fast food in America is....
Jack In The Box!!
Carl's Jr. ran them a very close 2nd, and if it's a chicken burger you're after, it has to be Chick-fil-A (except on Sundays, they don't open on Sundays, something to do with the founder's religious beliefs).
Please remember these opinions are purely my own, and do not necessarily represent the opinions of Ruth Phillips.
This will probably be my last post (unless I can be bothered to go to a Starbuck's in San Francisco), I hope you've enjoyed the blog and see you all next week!

Yosemite

We went into the National Park today to find some bears...
We drove to Glacier point, 7000 feet up and went on the 4 mile hike down the mountain.
The views were fantastic, unfortunately the views don't change all the way down, and because we were getting lower all the time the view actually gets worse the further you go.
Then of course you have a 4 mile trek back up the mountain, and by now the view was actually starting to annoy me.
And during our 8 mile hike we saw a deer twice (on the way down and back up) a lizard and a chipmunk...no bears

Something I've noticed about Americans when they eat (aside from the fact that not one of them can hold a fork properly) is that they take lots of little rests like Ange, and they never eat a whole meal, which may explain why we get so many sideways glances in restaurants when we're diving head first into our dinner

Fast Food Faceoff!!

In-N-Out

It didn;t take Ruth the usual ten minutes to decide what to eat at In-N-Out

That's bcause they only have three choices- hamburger, cheeseburger, or double cheesburger.

We went for the middle ground and had a cheeseburger.

It was pretty good, the tomato and lettuce were nice and fresh, if a little too cold, and the burger was a little thin.

The fries were unseasoned yet stangely addictive

Score 7/10

Might need this when we get home...

...and this...

Monterey, baby...

This morning we drove our personal golf cart from our ocean view room to our convertible car and mooched into Monterey for some breakfast.

Then we drove to Carmel for a wander round the shops and a walk on the beach

This is Carmel

We're moving here.

Ruth is going to write chick-lit and I'm going to create bad art and sell it for thousands of dollars

We spent this afternoon on our beach.

I was standing in the water considering going for a swim when someone came over and told me that they'd been told to get out of the water because a great white shark had been seen in the area.

When I told this to Ruth she got very excited and tried to convince me to go swimming because she'd 'quite like to see a shark'

Santa Barbara

This is Santa Barbara.
We're moving here.
Ruth is going to work in an art gallery and I'm going to give surf lessons to pale flabby tourists

We stayed at the Cheshire Cat B&B, which was lovely, if a little strange, I think Ruth was the youngest person staying there by about 40 years.

We found a nice little bar on State Street with a very chatty bar maid, and consequently left there looking for food quite drunk and quite late.

We eventually found somewhere open with a very chatty waitress and ate buffalo wings.

The next morning we visited Santa Barbara mission.

It's very pretty, and apparently if you need to take a period of reflection the friars have to let you stay there.

That's next year's holiday sorted then...

This is Kimberley's toupe and wig shop in State Street.
Fortunately she does facial hair too...