The Ocean Beach Farmer's Market

My dad and I arrived in Ocean Beach at five thirty P.M. We were going to a farmer’s market, but it was more than a farmer’s market. The Ocean Beach Farmer’s Market is every Wednesday from four to seven. It not only has fruits, vegetables, nuts, and bread, but it also has crepes, flowers, candy, ice cream, and even live music. Also, my favorite restaurant was conveniently located on that street also. It was a small, local burger joint called “Hodad’s Burgers”. We walked in and sat down. While we waited for our orders to be taken, I stared around the small restaurant. The walls were covered from the floor to the ceiling in custom California license plates. The plates ranged from funny, witty phrases to sexual innuendos. Every time that I went, I always found a new one. Our waiter came quickly and took our order. I got a single bacon cheeseburger and a vanilla malt. My dad got a double bacon cheeseburger and a diet coke. I could not comprehend how he could finish his double. I could barely finish my single. We also ordered a basket of onion rings to split. Our food was brought out several minutes later. Dinner was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. After dinner, my dad and I walked outside looking at all the unique stands on the street. My dad bought me a crepe with whipped creme and strawberries. It was amazing, but I could barely eat half of it. We saw a stand selling flowers and chocolate strawberries. My dad decided to get flowers a couple of strawberries for my mom. I ate one of them before we got home, oops. At seven we started to walk back to the car. It had been a fun day at the street fair and I was worn out. I had eaten way too much and was happy to have done so.