On a trip to Oakland to visit Heather and James, Bryan scratched up one of the tires in a weird slow-speed curb incident. We tried to find a place in SF that could change the tire, but we didn’t bring the wheel unlocking doohickey. Bryan was worried about hitting potholes with an iffy tire, so we decided to take the 101 back to L.A. because it had fewer trucks. We first saw the sign for Pea Soup Andersen’s about 125 miles away. We were confused — wasn’t this restaurant on the 5? We’d always thought about stopping on the 5 because I love pea soup, but we never did because we were always in a hurry. This time we were taking our sweet time on the 101, so we pulled off the road in Buellton and ordered two bowls of split pea. The soup turned out to be velvety, delicious and filling, especially when we added the ham, bacon and chives that came on the side. I’d stop there again. But I might warn people about the frenetic gift shop — what was with the house-label triple-berry dessert wine?