Armchair Handicapper

As I've said before, I much prefer to make my wagers at the track than via Advanced Deposit Wagering (ADW) providers like XpressBet and TVG. With the Bay Bridge closed and The City soon to be inundated with hung over Burners, I'll make a few plays from home today so to avoid hearing 50 variations of this conversation: "Did you stay for the burn?" "Yeah, but I was off the grid, bro!"
Were there an option like the lucky folks of Chesapeake, VA, are afforded, I'd likely be there, though. In fact, I think there's a Chevy's on the Embarcadero near where Friday night some skilled welders made a minor addition to one of the enormous art installations along the Bay to honor Burning Man. (To save John The Elder from having to navigate his aluminum walker over to his Funk & Wagnall: Yes, that is a bong).
Inspired by The Head Chef of Racing Saratoga Daily, and wanting a little Latin flare, I walked to Yick's, my Racing Form purveyor and continued on to Taqueria Menudo for a big bowl of, well, menudo, and a little handicapping. Next, I collected the ingredients for a pineapple peach salsa from Casa Lucaz. I'll roast the habaneros and one of the Jalapenos but the rest go in chopped, crisp and raw. I headed back to my hovel after a productive outing that never took me more than 3 blocks from my front door. And, at 14 limes for a dollar, I've got enough to make plenty of Singapore Slings, with mezcal on the side.With yesterday's Palomar in the rearview, now I can sit back, watch the races and wait for the next CHRB cover up scandal.
In a couple weeks I'll do something similar during the sale, but I'll incorporate a box of wine to piss off billionaire horse owner and wine maker Jess Jackson of Kendall-Jackson.