To Hanford, California, from west Los Angeles for two (the second the next day after the first was so smashing) prix fixe meals by Richard Wing at his (and I think his brother Robert owned it too) Imperial Dynasty. Hanford is sort of near Visalia, where we stayed at some dumb motel with a swimming pool, needed and refreshing on a hot september day in 1979.
First, though, we had driven through the big trees area in the Sierras and I managed to get car sick on the drive down the mountain road. That stopped when the curves stopped, thank goodness.
What great meals. I still have the handwritten menus. We were the only customers there, that first day.
On the closing of the restaurant and about Richard:
In Rural California, an Imperial Dynasty Ends
March 24, 2006