After months of anticipation, practice, and a secret show to work out the kinks, it was finally time to play the five reunion dates. My home of San Francisco was first. Great American Music Hall was beautiful and full of familiar faces. We hit El Farolito after the show, relieved to have a successful first night under our belts. The taqueria hasn’t changed since the first time we walked in, making it the perfect place to end a night of nostalgia.
LA was next and it was the one time we’d share a van during this run. In-N-Out called for a 20 minute detour but was well worth it given the likely competition. Plus, I needed to offset the vegan dinner with old friends I had planned for after soundcheck.
The following weekend we were off to The Fest in Gainesville. When I think of Florida, I think of cuban sandwiches. And sure enough, I was at Flaco’s twice the day I arrived. California just can’t get the bread right. Our show was super fun the next night. We tried to hit Boca Fiesta after but they were closing up shop. I caught co-owner and former Against Me! drummer, Warren Oakes for a brief hello.
We were all looking forward to Chicago because Graham Elliott was nice enough to invite us to dinner the night before the show. The hospitality started with tequila shots as we sat down and continued as he sent out nearly everything on the G.E.B. menu for us to try. Sweet guy, amazing chef, celebratory night, and way too much cab franc.
New York was the grand finale and we got in a day before the show. I split off to hang with friends and family who were out for the festivities and we had great meals at Franny’s, Court Street Grocers, and The Meatball Shop. At the show, I finally got to hang in person with chef and former Texas Is The Reason bassist, Scott Winegard. It was a crazy memorable night and the perfect surreal end to this whole experience.
Huge thanks to everyone who came out and made it all possible. - Colby
Back to LA for rehearsal and back to Donut Friend - but this time they’re open for biz. We arrived full from chilaquiles at Highland Cafe but eager to try Mark’s cleverly-named creations. I went for the Nutellavision and it didn’t disappoint. Blair resisted trying his namesake, The Jelly Sound, and I grabbed a Rites of Sprinkles shirt for the road. Congrats, Trombino!
Then it was off to San Diego for a “secret show” to make sure we are ready for the upcoming dates. We loaded into The Void and headed over to El Zarape. There was some debate about which location was better but in the end the one we ended up at delivered. I ordered the fish taco + shrimp burrito combo and it tasted like the Pacific Ocean.
The show was exactly what we wanted: a tiny little place stuffed with people ready to sing along and forgive mistakes. We felt good about how we played and as ready as we’ll ever be.
Nothing says SD like a 24-hour taqueria. La Posta doesn’t follow the proven “-berto’s” naming convention but it was near the hotel and open at 3am. I’m all for the regional no beans and rice approach but never welcome lettuce in a burrito. It was time to go to bed anyway. I had a flight to catch and little league game to attend back home.
Live photo by Jonathan Weiner (who’s rad.)