We’re film and TV geeks, that much is clear. And for two blokes at university in the early noughties (who then went on to become TV journalists!), one film stands above all others in the pop culture stakes.
Let us just take just a moment to admire just one classic Burgundy quote:
I don’t know how to put this but I’m kind of a big deal. People know me. I’m very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.
For many more classic lines, click here.
Before we arrived in San Diego, we had one objective; finding the bear pit at San Diego Zoo where Veronica Corningstone was thrown to her certain death.
Sadly, a quick google inspection confirmed our worst fears; the scenes weren’t filmed at San Diego Zoo, and in fact most of the film was shot in Los Angeles.
Still, we still got to shout “Stay Classy, San Diego”, in actual San Diego, which can never be a bad thing!
Anchorman geek-out off the agenda, we settled in to a few days of leisurely sight-seeing with our new friends Rebekah and Sarah, who you’ll remember from our drunken wine tasting in Mendoza, Argentina.
We can’t stress enough how awesome these girls are: they’ve welcomed us in to their homes, given up their time and, in Rebekah’s case, even lent us her bloody car to drive around San Diego in!
We owe them all a debt of gratitude, as well as a bed in the UK whenever they want!
So San Diego really is pretty beautiful. Its downtown area, the Gaslight District, is awash with fine period architecture, the original gaslights that give the area its name, and scores of cool bars and restaurants, many with attached breweries.
The city claims the biggest concentration of craft breweries in the US, an accolade this infographic suggests is complete nonsense, but still, there were plenty of craft IPAs on display down in Southern California!
A drink at the Altitude Sky Lounge overlooking Petco Park baseball stadium set us up nicely for a Memorial Day weekend of solid boozing.
After a couple more stops in Gaslight, North Park’s new-found hipster status was our final stop, including some karaoke at local gay bar Redwing.
James’s solid rendition of Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me was warmly received, although he did have to follow possibly one of the best singers any of us had heard live!
A heavy night led to a hungover Memorial Day Monday, and a leisurely stroll around the high-end coastal neighbourhood of La Jolla – pronounced La Hoya.
The craggy sandstone cliffs make for some fascinating rock formations, and playful seals and sea lions laze literally metres from the people walking by.
We should note here that your image of San Diego in late May might be of a city bathed in sunshine, but it wasn’t to be.
As we found on our camper van road trip, this time of year in Southern California is dubbed May Gray and June Gloom, because it’s perennially cloudy and generally pretty chilly too. Apparently the sun comes out permanently from July 1st like clockwork.
Despite our Anchorman disappointment, we couldn’t visit San Diego without a visit to its legendary zoo.
It really is one of – if not the – best in the world, with a sprawling layout, the widest collection of animals we’ve ever seen in a zoo, and a fascinating programme of keeper-led presentations.
We’ve never been so close to a Polar Bear or Hippo before!
And even though Ron, Veronica and the rest of the news team weren’t around, the world famous Pandas, Bai Yun, Gao Gao and Xiao Liwu were.
That may sound like enough animals for one weekend, but when we saw the sea lions in La Jolla Bay and spotted a snorkelling trip on Groupon, we knew we had to try to fulfil a bucket list item; swimming with sea lions.
Sadly, the tour we booked on wasn’t great. The weather didn’t help; the freezing water and overcast skies were reminiscent of some of Chris’s dives in murky UK waters!
But the visibility was also terrible, and the sea lions definitely didn’t want to come out to play.
That is until we all got out of the water and they ended up putting on a show in the bay for everyone else!
Salty and dejected, we spent the rest of our time plotting our next adventure, to the adult playground of Las Vegas. So until next time, stay classy, San Diego!