I’ve been coming to this coastal California town for three years now. I love it because it is quiet. It is a working-class fishing town, not a resort town; the best food in town is probably the crack-your-own crabs, eaten at the picnic tables outside Spud Point Crab Company; the coffee is fresh well before dawn because that’s when the locals drink it; and there isn’t a sub-atomic particle of pretention to be found.
Yet, make no mistake about it, the Russian River Valley is, well, right over there. This point was driven home to me today when I walked into the *other* bodega in town (the one I’d never been in before) today. We normally go to the bodega that sells bait, fishing gear, whiskey and kerosene along with gourmet cheese and a small selection of California wine. (Of course.)
Please note the Wine Spectator labels on the shelves. No doubt we are in fact in Wine Country–but thankfully NOT in Napa.
Love and crack-your-own,