Elle needed to go to Tustin. Happy Mundane and I went along for the ride.
BBQ and rootbeer, three kinds of dessert, iced Boba teas, Guinness on tap, tiramisu martinis. It felt surprising how much food we were able to pack into a few hours in a tiny town with a main street as long as my arm. Just as surprising: the hodge-podge of cultures all jammed together in this tiny place. Ireland, Japan, the American South, France, Spain and, of course, Mexico, all jockeyed for dominance amidst the Victorian homes, mid-Century ranch houses and Spanish architecture.