While traveling I search for delicious local restaurants, food trucks and street stands to eat my next meal. Food says a lot about the place I am visiting. I want to start highlight on my website some of the places I have eaten in hopes that you will try them too. Please note I am not getting any type of compensation by highlighting these places, I just want to share them with you.
On my most recent trip to Big Sur, I drove north to the small town of Carmel-by-the-Sea. While buying a patch for my collection I asked a young cashier if she knew of a great place to eat breakfast, she recommended a few places but The Cottage sounded like a good place to check out. The Cottage is a cute restaurant that can easily be missed if you are not looking for it. It is a house that was converted to a restaurant. I was lucky to be seated at the table next to the main window. I felt like I was at home enjoying the view from the comfort of my table.
The staff was great, there was this young Mexican cook who brought me all the hot sauce bottles he could find when I asked him for hot sauce. He was handsome and fit, very attentive. Whenever I visit a new place, I always ask the locals for advice on where to go and visit in hopes they will give me a “locals only” destination. Since I was new to the area, I asked this young man for recommendations and he was happy to provide them. My server never came back, the only person coming to the table was the young cook. We were having a great conversation about places to visit, I realize that I need to carry a small notebook to write things down since my phone is not always charged. Next thing I know he comes back and sits on the empty chair across my table. I had the feeling that he was confusing my friendly conversation with flirting. It was not my intention, I never pass the flirting lesson that most people master at a young age. He finally asked if I had a boyfriend which I made clear that I did.
He was polite and continued the conversation for a bit before leaving. I was sad that the conversation was over since he was providing me with great information about Carmel however, he was asking about my life while I was trying to get more information from him about surrounding areas. In the end, I thanked him and gave him a good tip. I left the restaurant and forgot a sheet of hand-made paper that I was planning on using for a book cover. I just bought the paper a few blocks away and it cost me almost $6.00. I felt embarrassed going back for it, I don’t know why since I did nothing wrong. I decided to walk to my car and visit the next place of interest on my list. The sad thing is I can’t remember the young man’s name now.