Yesterday started out well. We spent a couple of hours laying about - reading - puzzle solving - knitting and loafing before we finally got organized and drove out to the Pechanga Casino. The casino is on the Pachanga Indian Reservation and we had not been there since the construction of the giant casino was completed. We were amazed at how much like a Las Vegas casino it is with all the slot machines and gaming tables, restaurants and bars - the only things missing are roulette and craps tables. We stayed for a couple of hours during which time I put a couple of bucks into a poker machine and got it up to $225 - and then got it back down to $0. Easy come.....
For lunch we drove to Killarney's Irish pub. It advertises 'authentic Irish food' whatever that is. I had potato soup in a hollowed-out sour dough loaf. He had bangers and mash and baked beans. My soup was delish with onions, carrots, leeks and bits of corned beef as well as the potatoes. His bangers had a hint of sage and were very good. He had a Newcastle Brown on tap - more heaven!
After lunch we got the map out and and took a drive through Temecula Wine Country. It really is very pretty countryside and the wineries all welcome visitors to their tasting rooms. We stopped at Thorntons - one of the best known wineries - but their tasting is quite formal with a sit down menu so we didn't bother but I did take a few nice pics of the vineyards etc. Other wineries were very crowded - it being Saturday afternoon and all - so we just mosied around and had a gander. On our way back to the hotel we stopped for a cold one at a biker bar near the Greyhound bus depot - There was some bloke playing his guitar and singing for the fans who didn't seem to notice him as they were all watching the Olympics on the big screen tele. He really was awful and I hope he hasn't given up his day job. Mr. Indi's glass had a big crack in it and we decided that we just aren't cut out for the biker scene.
For dinner we went to a very posh place in Old Town, Temecula called Bailey's. I could write reams on what was wrong with my dinner but I don't want to relive the experience. The two lobster tails were like a pair of shrivelled up slugs and had the texture of boiled tripe. The broccoli was lime green with yellow florets and was cold and limp. I told the waitress to take it all away and said that I would not be paying for it. When the bill came she smiled condescendingly and said that the manager had removed my dinner from the bill. I said that I didn't give a diddly whether he took it off or not - I weren't paying for it! Pfffft!
After the unfortunate dining experience, I felt it only fair to treat me and him (his dinner was nothing to write home about) to a couple of Bailey's on the rocks. We walked down to a nice little Mexican joint called The Bank, see web: http://www.thebankofmexicanfood.com/2051773.html
where we sat outside under a mister and watched the world go by as we sipped our drinks.
The picture is of an old lady taking a picture of some winery tat. WAIT A MINUTE - It's me!
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