We four had reservations for the St. Francis Wine and Food Pairing. After an EEECK! moment or two our driver wheeled us in to the Saint's parking lot. Approaching the entrance we came across this kind gentleman with birds in his hair who directed us towards the dining area. "It's over there," he said.
"So, we just boogie down this path?" we queried.
"I said, it's right over there," he emphatically reiterated.
"Gracious goodness, it's right there!" he uttered, followed by mutterings that didn't sound all that saintly.
We eventually found our way to the pairing area. The food was fantastic, the experience was memorable, but if my smock had bird poop on it I, too, may have been a bit cranky.