If you ever discover termites are devouring part of your house, and to fix that problem you must remove all the food, the medicines, the 125-gallon fish tank, the 30-gallon fish tank, the 10-gallon fish tank, and the houseplants – as well as the plants living quite heavily on the outside wooden deck – 11 potted palms, 5 potted citrus, 3 bananas, and a bird of paradise – and for a minimum of 3 days your house will look like this:
I highly recommend this as a place to wait out your banishment:
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with San Diego’s Marriott Marquis. It’s walking distance to Seaport Village, the ferry to Coronado, Gaslamp District, a cool funky shopping mall, the Midway Museum, and the trolley to Old Town and beyond. There’s a Starbucks right there in the hotel to start your day with a venti black tea and a cup of fresh fruit. There’s a big hot tub, in case it’s too cool to swim in the June Gloom. And there’s a nicely groomed lawn right there next to the pool where your kids can practice their diabolo chops.
And best of all, the Tequila Bar & Grille, their house cantina, is completely awesome. The food is interesting and tasty, served piping hot by friendly staff, and with normal restaurant prices – probably because of all the nearby competition. And it totally rocked for an awesome late lunch/early supper after our big Silver Strand bike ride. Kid Two and I ordered too much food, of course – every taco on the menu was a bit much! – but we had worked up an appetite.
Here’s the special that day: tacos filled with braised, panko-encrusted short ribs, topped with toasted pepitas, sprouted cilantro, diced tomato, and sliced red onion.
Achiote-marinated pork tacos with pickled red onion, sliced radish, diced tomato, more of that pretty sprouted cilantro, and served with wedges of lime:
The chicken tacos are moist, served with chipotle sour cream and more of that tangy pickled red onion, cilantro sprouts, and lime wedges.
Here are the potato empanadas – light, crunchy, and slightly herby in the middle.
A mound of creamy guacamole, livened with lime, those amazing cilantro sprouts, and diced tomato:
And the TJ Dogs! So delicious – juicy, spicy, salty . . . yum. Their Tijuana Dogs are spicy Wagyu beef hot dogs, wrapped in bacon, grilled, and served on a bun with marinated vegetables.
I travel with a 13-year old boy, so we had to try dessert. Warm churros, piled high with a side each of dulce de leche and dark chocolate sauces for dipping:
At this point in the meal I wrote “Kid Two is covered in granulated sugar and chocolate. I’m covered in guacamole and knives.” Probably because I was busy deconstructing all the wonderful food into some semblance of The Composed Bite.
The only drawback we found with the Marriott, and I shared this with a manager on duty who engaged us in conversation on the way up to our room, possibly to his confusion, is that we thought they showed a distinct lack of imagination by numbering the elevators 1 – 5. So we renamed them Anna, Maria, Josephine, Frank, and Henry, and avoided Josephine since she made odd sounds.
And you know, when you name the elevators, it’s time to go home!