Now that I’m living in Winters, Sacramento is just a hop away—but it still feels as distant, as much like another world and reality, as it did when I lived in my hometown of Berkeley. Old Town Sacramento, in particular, feels somehow surreal. You see, my California isn’t that of tourists. To me, it’s home—loved […]
I’ve heard that in Missouri, there is (or was) some law that no casinos could be on the land. Missourians, always a creative bunch, got around this by building them on boats on the river instead. That’s the only instance I’ve ever encountered of a city being prouder of its riverboats than Sacramento is of its Delta King, which was built in 1927 and renovated in the 1980s. You don’t need to be a guest of the hotel to eat at its restaurant, which is worth it as much for the experience as the food.
Many of the other dining options in Old Town lean even more toward experience (meaning they tend to lean more away from food quality). Eating at the River City Saloon is entertaining in that it allows you to imagine you’re in some odd version of the wild west, but the food is standard bar fare.
When I was last here over the summer, the heat was about usual for that time of year, such that you’re not sure whether the shimmering you see is heat waves radiating out from every surface or just your eyes giving out on you in the early stages of heat stroke. (It isn’t actually that bad. But in the moment, it feels like it is.) The best remedy I found was a smoothie from Produce Junction. It likely wasn’t any colder or more refreshing than any other smoothie, but trust me, on those 110-degree days, you’ll think it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted.
By the way, so sorry for posting this last in our Sacramento series, but for obvious reasons had to have a little break for the holidays.