The first morning at the beach house, the hubs and I had the place to ourselves and used the kitchen in our studio to make bacon (and eggs, toast, coffee and fresh blueberries and mangos). It was so good we didn't even really talk. Our only exchanges were passing comments on the brilliant view and weather and bacon from Trader Joe's.
My second favorite breakfast came to be by sheer fate. I was out on yet another grocery store run and decided to drive down Pacific street just to see what else was in the neighborhood.
My obsession with breakfast seems unending. My final mention of the meal includes Hill Street Donut House. These were so good that I was happy for the days when I traded in my daily dose of bacon for a plain glazed donut (or a cake donut with blueberry frosting as a substitute). Hill Street donuts were my last meal at the beach house. It was too sad to take a picture of the last anything that day.
Although breakfast is my favorite meal, I ate a lot of non breakfast related food too. In a perfect world, someone would have handed me a In-n-Out single with cheese animal style, fries and chocolate shake the moment I stepped off the plane.
I became a fan of the fish taco after my very first bite. I have never savored a fish taco the way I did this one from George's at the Cove. Nor have I been offered the catch of the day for my taco. This was mahi mahi.
In all the times I've been through, in and around Dana Point, I've somehow missed Jon's Fish Market. Which I totally blame my San Clemete friends for hiding from me. I was too busy eating to stop a take a photo but I thought about the crunch of the fish and chips basket from there for the rest of the week. I wish I that could be my dinner tonight. Instead, I'll bundle up under a blanket and eat a bowl of chili and listen to the rain fall.
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