Morro Bay, California, November 16—A BEAUTIFUL DRIVE of three hundred miles here, through November colors, visiting a couple of missions, traveling a secluded road romantically winding through coastal valleys to this once isolated, now busy and crowded town.
On the way we stopped at Gayle's Bakery and Rosticceria in Capitola, to buy a chicken sandwich, a delicious Florentine, a loaf of bread for tomorrow. And tonight we ate at Dorn's Original Breakers Cafe, because I've been hankering for sole meunière for days. We began with a shared plate of deep-fried artichoke hearts, because we'd driven through Castroville earlier in the day — the artichoke capital of the world. Then an incredibly garlicky salad. Alas, sole was not in today, so I had halibut instead, sautéed rather too long in butter — I'd thought of asking that it not be cooked dry, but I always hate to do that, it's like I'm telling someone how to do his job. Shoulda.
Pinot grigio, 2007