food intake - saint louis to san diego

while it may seem like a ridonkulous amount of food was eaten, please keep in mind that this was a 7 day affair. and really, it's more ridonkulous to post what i ate but on the real, we ate like fucking bulimics. the best part is that i forgot to take a few memorable food items i.e. carl's jr. (fucking hardees) and a few choice buddies in new mexico...

let's just push through this shall we?

here are some leftover hush puppies from meal #1 in somewhere, missouri. wanna know something weird? i had never had captain d's before. not the worst, but fuck.














2nd to last day in new mexico we went to this awesome place Chicago Dog Express. i opted to not get the chicago dog (pickle, celery salt, etc) and got this lovely motherfucker instead. seriously. green chiles on everything = awesomeness sqared. add some melted shredded cheddar and you've got my immediate attention. plus - served with fritos! that orange cream soda was no fucking joke either. i almost drizzled outta my underoos. i heart hot dogs.














last day in new mexico. we went to this cafe,called Cafe Pasquals. dude. chorizo breakfast burrito with none other than green chiles covering it. monterey jack cheese too. oh, also up? potatoes. and green onion. and more love than some hold in their penises. just typin.














what else would i get on the side? come on!














marie held it down polenta style














and then we were off to san diego. we made a stop at freakin KFC. don't hate.














so for our first morning in san diego, we had brunch at this place called mission with marie's bro, his girlfriend and joel. this french toast kinda changed my life. berry compotes are the new syrup.










we had lunch on the pier at the ocean. don't ask me what pier please. all i know for certain that these grilled mahi mahi tacos were fucking scrumptious. there is something very special about a bean in a shell too, not gonna lie.














i don't like oysters, nor do i ever want to promote them, but look at how huge these fried fuckers were that marie ate. they looked good but oysters aren't good to me.














not just any ol' burger, at this bar we met joel at, this burger was orgasmic. something about that bun you guys, something in the way the bun looked at me.














on my 2nd day in san diego day we had a late start. we went to this place called - i THINK - hash house a go go. i opted to not get brunch and had a BBBLT, minus the T. it was fucking huge and i almost felt bad for the pig. but not enough to not eat as much as i could of that sandwich.














2nd to last day. mexican was in order. at el indio, shit is authentic and delicious. this chicken taco smothered in guacamole was just what the doctor ordered. see marie's chicken enchilada in the background? that shit was on point too. totally cheap and totally delish.














my last dinner in san diego was spent feasting on my favorite. thanks bronx pizza!














just when you think we were full....we went to la jolla on my last day there as i had to get a prezzie for my dad's birthday, some quick stop items for some friends and a $45 eyebrow waxing at anastasia salon... we had lunch at this place where "wood oven" was maybe in the title (i suck). what i'm confident about was that these parmesan encrusted artichokes that we had as an appetizer were fucking dead on.














marie and i shared lunch. we had a greek salad and some spinach fettucine noodles with grilled chicken, red & green peppers in a tequila lime cream sauce. on point.















and marie's little girl cleavage as a bonus for making it through all of this.