The food is better…
…than the view.
I like the Hob Nob Hill Restaurant in San Diego. It’s a funky old place with seemingly two kinds of diners: octogenarians (and their families) who have been going to the Hob Nob since the 1940s; and, 20– and 30-something would-be hipsters. Miss T doesn’t quite fit into the hipster category and I don’t quite fit into the octogenarian category, but we still make it over to Hob Nob whenever we can.
We had breakfast there last week:
When the hipsters get old, will they still be hip? Or just old?
