TOD Too:
Every summer, during Dad's forced vacation, he would cheat and take up north, towards Beale Air Force Base. More specifically, we would usually go camping near Marysville for a few days during his vacation, so that he could check on how the test pilots were doing. Either that, or (if he was feeling rich) we would get to stay at a motel in the area.
The upside was that, at least once during those few days, we would all go to this marvelous Basque restaurant, and we would have marvelous Basque food.
All I can really remember is the soup, the sort that the chef would keep building in a pot on the stove every night. It was thick and rich and exactly right.