New York looked cold.
Cabos looked hot.
Ontario International looked like home.
We flew down to SoCal on Christmas Day. At my Ninang’s house, we ate until we felt like our pants would explode. My family sampled my hubby’s mead. I think they liked it.
We also introduced geocaching to my brother and his family.
This nearly Bourdain-style layover would not be complete without some eating adventures. We did the tourist thing and ordered the best hot dogs in Southern California at Pink’s Hot Dogs. The combination of bacon and nacho cheese on the Mullholland Drive hot dog hit the spot!
We also did chicken knees and feet for dim sum at the Happy Harbor Restaurant in Rowland Heights. Both quite yummy!
