Saturday dinner at Pizzeria Bocce has become something of a ritual for Kathryn and me when we camp in Cottonwood. Dining at a slightly pretentious pizzeria with a wine bar may not seem much like camping, but we’ve had an enjoyable meal every time we’ve eaten here.
A couple times a year, my good friend Dan — an occasional commenter on this blog — travels to Arizona with his mom to spend a week or so with his aunt in Yuma. Typically during those visits he leaves the ladies in Yuma for a day and drives to Phoenix to see Kathryn and me. We were expecting … Continue reading Dining like royalty, Prince Harry’s favorite pizza in Gila Bend
Kathryn and I have been to Don Camillo three times in the last two years. It’s my new favorite pizzeria in Montpellier. Excellent wood-fired pizza, decent table wine, great ambiance, friendly service, and reasonable prices.
We arrived in Johannesburg late yesterday afternoon. After fetching our bags, we rode the spotless Gautrain light rail to the stop closest to our hosts’ home, then took an Uber van the last few miles. We had a lovely dinner out at a nearby pizza place, accompanied by another sauvignon blanc we happened to have … Continue reading Arrival in Johannesburg, dinner of pizza and wine
We’re wrapping up a lovely first full day in Montpellier. After a restful night of much needed sleep, we were up in time for a breakfast of pain au chocolat and coffee, followed by Sunday Mass at the Cathedral. Then it was an afternoon of walking all over the city and a couple hours spent … Continue reading Lovely first day
It turns out I didn’t get the sunrise photos I wanted on our last day in Las Vegas. It was raining when the sun came up and still raining when we left the hotel, although the rain let up early in the morning. We did find a decent donut shop, found a beautiful Sunday Mass, and had lunch with our friend Kerrie, with whom we couldn’t connect Friday evening.
Bottoms Up Pizza was one of my regular places to eat when I lived in Richmond, at least in part because it was walking distance from my apartment in the Tobacco Row area. It is located in the Shockoe Bottom neighborhood, hence the name. Indeed, it’s at the very bottom of Shockoe Bottom. A line on the wall near the entrance shows customers how high the flood water rose in the aftermath of Hurricane Gaston in 2004.
On our recent trip to Las Vegas, Kathryn and I decided to find the secret, hidden, nameless pizza place at Cosmopolitan Las Vegas. I had read about it in our local paper some months earlier.
Kirsten pointed out that it was not hard to take a perfect picture in Mutters, and she was correct, generally speaking, except that we woke up on Wednesday morning to find it raining. We had Titti’s breakfast, where we were politely scolded if we didn’t eat enough. At breakfast we met Ed and Lydia, two … Continue reading Mutters, Tyrolia, Austria
Kirsten actually did meet me on time at the Eiffel Tower. We’d both been up on it, and we had done Sacré-Coeur on Monday which was actually a better view; the line was enormous and we decided our money would be better spent elsewhere. We walked down the street to start a sewer tour (20 … Continue reading Paris, visiting the sewer museum instead of the Eiffel Tower
After a couple days of getting familiar with Paris and getting some relaxing quiet time together, Monday was the day Kirsten and I really began the hard-core sight-seeing in earnest, despite the fact that we slept in pretty late, lingered through breakfast, and left the room after noon. Our first order of business was to … Continue reading Purchasing the Carte Orange week-long Metro pass, Paris