SJ Eats: A Movable FAIL.

Last Saturday, I was uber excited to try this rendezvous of food trucks (my fave) called SJ Eats: a Movable Feast.  It's a shame my anxiety set in before we stepped out of the car, greeted by this:

{courtesy of this lovely blog}

Yeah, ummm...no, gracias.

So we headed out to our tried and true favorite brunch spot, Bill's, where I sunk my teeth into this bit of strawberry nutella heaven:

Ain't she a 'beaut?

And that, my friends, is how it's done.

Sigh.  I heart weekends.

The bf even convinced me fishing was a good idea (anything's a good idea after a feeding frenzy of such epic proportions; one is incapable of objecting to much)

Can you tell I have a thing for rusty locks?

Until we meet again, SJ Eats.  I hope that next time around, you won't be so ill-equipped.