It’s 10:03 p.m. You’ve just emerged from a Bowl concert, your ears ringing, your heart full — and your stomach … not exactly. It is doing what it does best after 10 — achin’ and groanin’.
So, where do you go?
If you live in Santa Barbara, the answer is often nowhere. Or, more accurately, the gas station. And if you’re lucky, maybe the dark corner of your pantry where some semi-forgotten Annie’s mac and cheese waits to be reborn via microwave…