We got here last night and even managed to do some sightseeing before it decided to flood rain of Noah proportions upon us. (So far no voices telling me to build a big boat.) For the first couple of hours Jeff and I crowded under the one umbrella he had the foresight to bring but after a while we decided to save our marriage and buy a second one. I thought June was hot and sunny everywhere but Santa Barbara. Who knew?
We also managed to make it across town to Geno's. I had been assured by Jeff's sister in law Kimberly, a native of these parts, that this was a wise choice and that I could order a cheese steak with cheese whiz or Provolone. I'm a fake-cheese-out-of-a-can kinda girl but en route the cab driver agreed with Kimberly that Provolone was the way to go, so that's the way I went. It was yummy, but whoa, this city is dangerous for the food it serves. Between the meat and cheese sandwiches and the calzones, I'd probably be dead in a month if I lived here.