spikesgirl58 (spikesgirl58) wrote,
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Talk about making it up to us!

The day dawned fairly bright and rain free. There were some clouds, but they blew through at a high rate.

We went to the Well at Dry Town and had a good, if again slow breakfast. Ed runs the place by himself and he doesn't do 'fast' service. We knew this going it, so it wasn't great. We got there a little after eight and finished around 9:30. At least the coffee flowed.

We headed into Sutter Creek, hoping to do some shopping, but everything was closed, so we headed over to Pokerville Market and I got my Christmas present, a case of Sobon wine. The guy ahead of me was a friend of the family and was happy that I showed so much loyalty to the brand. After that, we headed back to Sutter Creek and found a parking spot close to the auditorium where the craft show was happening.

There were some new dealers, but many old familiar faces were there as well. We saw Lucy a friend of ours and so it was nice to catch up with her. I even bought myself a tie dyed shirt (long sleeved). It's great fun and we always come away with fun stuff. Next it was the cheese shop and next door to the furniture store. I love the stuff they carry, but rarely buy anything. This was a pattern for the next hour. We window shopped mostly, although TBG got the GD a beautiful necklace.

Around noon, we headed to Amador City to pick up some sandwiches for lunch, then TBG made reservations for dinner at the Imperial and Barb hit her favorite gardening store. By then, it was time to head over to Plymouth for our Rombauer wine tasting.

What I didn't realize is that the winery is connect to Emma Rombauer, the woman who wrote The Joy of Cooking. Then have rebranded the winery as The Joy of Wine. TBG passed the time while we had our tasting. It was five wines and while the guy pouring was knowledgeable, you could tell much of it was rote to him by now. He didn't do well when Barb challenged him on this and that. He also almost melted down when I said that I couldn’t drink the chardonnay. It was as if I’d insulted him, his family and everyone he’d ever known. Another couple joined us and the husband started going on about how their whites make him ill. The employee look at me as if I’d planted the guy.

After the tasting, we ate our sandwiches in a patch of sun and wondered about the weather. It hadn’t rained all day and it wasn’t all that cloudy. We headed back to the hotel for a bit of a rest and to get ready for the Posada.

I had opted out of it this year, so we made arrangements for a pick up point afterwards and off TBG and Barb went. I was watching the weather radar and just shaking my head in wonder. It looked a right mess out there. About fifteen minutes passed and then I heard a knock on our door.

There were two very drenched Posada walkers. Apparently they’d gotten about half a block and the heavens opened up. I started the heater and put their coats in front of it. Barb went back to her room and changed, then came back and we watched the news while the thunder and lightning went on. We were just getting ready to leave for the restaurant and the lights went out. That was exciting. TBG had a flashlight, so we had no trouble getting out of the room and into the hallway, where all the emergency lighting took over. As we were leaving the hotel, the power popped back on, so it was only off about 15 minutes or so.

The two-mile drive over to Amador City was in a downpour, but we made it to a very deserted town. However the Imperial was hopping. It had a local band performing there and it was a sort of Irish, hillbilly mix of music. It was well played and at the other end of the restaurant, so it didn’t interfere with us. This meal made up for everything else up here. It was perfect from the cream of mushroom soup to the beet salad to the rack of lamb (TBG and Barb) and the seasonal pasta for me. We had an Old Vine Zin from Sobon (go, me) and a great evening. The service was perfect, the food was incredible and we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

When we came out, the clouds had passed and the moon was out. The drive home was much easier than the one over and we got back to the hotel around nine. It was a long day, but a good one. Thanks, Foothills. Once again, you have made my season!
Tags: food, foothills, friends, shopping, weather
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