Yesterday, after our Plan A fell through (visiting a local Davis farm that lets you pick your own fruit- it was closed for the season), Mike and I suddenly found ourselves in North Berkeley, devouring a pizza and spinach salad at La Vals. As I stole sips from his root beer, I asked Mike, “How did we decide to come to Berkeley?”
“We were hungry.”
We plan our days around food, and I can’t think of any better way to do it. Also, root beer with pizza is perfect. Next time I’ll get my own.