I expressed interest in visiting the Grand Canyon. So after Thanksgiving, Chuck and I left Lake Havasu to go exploring. The plan was to stop in different cities along the way, and considering I haven’t seen much of Arizona in my life, it was a good opportunity to drift for a few days.
Starting off on this mini adventure, we landed on route 66. We only really took in the first part of the route in Seligman, where it starts. But the route we were taking was talking off the path to get us south, because we were headed towards Prescott. It was nice to explore a bit of the beginning of Route 66, and see a smidgen of the culture of old cars that were new considered pristine back in the day. Also, the jail and road kill cafe added history to this tiny town.
Staying for another night in Prescott in a van wasn’t on my radar, so I reached out to a couch surfer. He replied in 30 minutes and we were able to park the van in his driveway, while we went out to explore.
After walking around for a few hours, I was getting hungry. There were no grocery stores in the area, and not many places that had a deal of any kinds. I noticed across the street from us there was a small gathering happening in the town square. A gigantic metal menorah and a table with savory sweets was the spotlight to this event about to take place, and I wanted in. I was getting “hangury”. One would think it is rude to pretend to be Jewish, or to sheepishly attend a candle lighting ceremony just to get the communal food. But really, I can justify anything when I am hungry. This time my excuse to gorge on the koshered food was because last year I celebrated Hanukkah instead of Christmas. I think making that choice last year meant I was deserving of a mysterious savory something that was sitting there on the table. Once the menorah was lit from the rabbi, it was on. The people in the crowd, the Jews, and maybe a sliver of the non-Jewish people like myself, we all dug into the decadents that were provided.
Once I was satisfied with what I had grubbed on, the next spot was to a local hangout that had loads of craft brews, and a pizza deli. We were meeting up with our couch surfer, and a table full of his friends. It was a good time, and I discovered my new favorite beer. The dark and creamy, coffee milk stout. Particularly the one made from Stone.