2:30 p.m.: Arrive at Fashion Island, having gotten the proper directions this time, and only had to make one drastic, corrective U-turn. Find the courtesy lounge. Marvel at the array of free brownies and donuts. Despair that there is no free booze...and considering the lounge closes at 6, there probably won't be.
2:45 p.m.: Have lunch at Wahoo's Fish Tacos -- "wet" burrito with green sauce. Register severe disappointment when said sauce turns out to be made not from green chilies, but some kind
You hear all the time that men never stop and ask directions. Women use it as proof that we're all stubborn and pointlessly macho. But there's another reason.
Men don't ask for directions because they know that 98% of the time, the response from whoever they ask is going to be something along the lines of "Durrrr....hurrrr....uhhhhh....I dunno."
Point being, the Orange County Museum of Art is directly adjacent to Fashion Island. But God forbid you should actually ask a Fashion Island employee
I recently chomped my way through the World's Most Boring Dish at Karl Strauss recently (I know, I know, I wasn't expecting anything gourmet, I just needed a quick bite, but even so...). The Crunchy BBQ Chicken Salad almost made me weep it was so devoid of flavor. However, I was somewhat compensated by the accompanying brew, so I feel comfortable broadcasting the restaurant's beer events.First up are the Cask Nights, which have gone from monthly to weekly, they proved so popular. Each Thursda
