Thursday night, Louie, Titsch and I went out for drinks and food at St. Orres, an upscale restaurant near Gualala. Louie had heard that they had a new bar menu (dinners are in the $40 range), so off we went. We had a great time. Wild boar tacos $2.50 each. Big seafood quesadilla $10.00. Good! We each got a drink, then a bottle of red wine (there goes our low-cost night out).
It’s a great building. Redwood, lots of light, some unique doors sheathed in copper. Attention to detail. They rent little cabins in the garden for around $150.
Titsch is a Welshman, last name Jones. My mom’s maiden name was Virginia Jones, so we’re distant cousins. (I once heard that there were 350,000 Jones’s in Wales, as well as a separate Jones phone book.)
For the toast to our first drink, Titsch said, “yaccudda” — pronounced “yakki da.” (On Google it comes out as “yachydda.”)
We started talking about the Welsh language and Titsch said the longest place name in Europe was a Welsh town, which he recited, much to our delight: “Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch:”
He said the name meant something like “St. Mary’s church at the foot of the hill beside a willow tree next to whirling brook and a red cave.”
Wikipedia details here.