Awkwardly slow-dancing to “Nights in White Satin,” bar hopping on Bourbon Street, and really, really, irresponsible adult chaperones. Food often evokes memories, of course. But in this case the memories were so elusive, and the food item so rarely cooked, the recollection took months to surface. It’s all the power of potato salad.
Cold days, hot steak, or, traveling with meat. Talavera tiles and tiny bistro chairs sporting the face of the widow Cliquot: Carlsbad’s La Costa Resort and Spa is the scene of a culinary crime during a midweek getaway.