Family weekends in Santa Barbara are not much for sightseeing. The extent of choices ranges from booth or table, Costco or Vons, walking the dog in the park, or taking a nap. Usually, this also is the opportunity to cook for family; this weekend, I made a huge pot of chicken corn chowder for my uncle Woody. At some point, my aunt Ann makes a phone call to Buffalo, New York, and we all chat with my aunt Lillian. We gossip – a lot. Caroline has a glass of wine with Aunt Ann, her drinking buddy, and then we’re off for another bite to eat. Would you folks like a booth or table?