March 12th: Back in San Francisco, delighting people with our Southernly stories. Whittney and I still think we are regal and dine in the Santana Row region near San Jose, at a restaurant that reminds me very much of Eastern Standard, but nothing compares. Fact.
Whittney’s Californian friends introduce me to Archer, a show on FX that if Mrs. Bluth is on board with, I am too. We then embark on a trip to Safeway for bologna, Wonder bread, and chocolate pudding cups (haha take that, Mom, who refused to make such purchases when I was young).