After being on the road for two weeks, I felt as though I could not eat one more junky bite. Knowing this, my Dallas friend, anxious to show me a new health hot spot, brought me to Southpaw’s Organic Cafe. She ordered the Dr. Luke sans beast and it looked amazing. But honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything passing through my food abused lips.
Cross country flights are brutal, two cross country flights in two weeks – my oh my! By the time we landed at LAX, bussed to the rental car lot and headed to Long Beach, I was starved. It took a few minutes to calculate across time zones exactly how long it had been since I’d last eaten. As the words six and a half hours came out of my mouth, I realized I needed food, now.