I’ve spent a lot of time in Santa Barbara. My sister went to school there. I’d hang out there during my spring breaks. I did several summer leadership conferences on campus. I have fond memories of that beachy spot.
But after our trip, I’m not sure it’s all that it’s cracked up to be, or what I had hoped for. There are panhandlers and doped-up vagrants on State Street. Wine tasting means doing the Urban Wine Trail which traverses a sketchy warehouse district. Ironically, the best wine came from a tasting straight out of a guy’s trunk. Jaffurs Wine Cellar, which I characterized as janky, has no seating. No joke, the tastings are in their parking lot where they setup a card table for the wine and a stool for the guy to pour. All of us just stood, crowding around this 34-inch table, tasting really fine wine. Way to reduce your overhead!
It’s kind of sad when one of the highlights of our trip was sitting in our suite drinking wine in front of the fireplace.