A couples weeks ago, Sharon's annual
kidnapping (every year she plans a surprise day trip around my
birthday) took us up north to Salinas. Steinbeck country. And that
was exactly why we went. We had lunch in John Steinbeck's boyhood
home. It has been turned in to a place to have lunch, with mostly
sandwiches and salads, though they also have an entrée that changes
weekly and desserts.
