Along the PCH in Malibu is a long pier jutting out into the Pacific ocean, with quite the picturesque building at the end. Curious minds find a place to park, and walk to discover more….
The Malibu Farms restaurant is at one end, the Malibu Farms Pier Cafe at the other. The restaurant has a long waiting line, not to mention high end ladies and fashionable men dressed in suit jackets sipping champagne and bourbon.
I walk the pier, looking in the buckets and coolers of fisherman to see their catch of the day. An enormous crab has most people’s attention.
I patiently wait in the shorter line at the cafe, place my order with a beautiful hipster, her long blond curls and snarled smile almost make me wish for a relationship again.
I write my number down on the chalkboard, and head upstairs to the patio where I can sip hard cider and watch kayakers, surfers and pelicans pass in and out of view.
I devour the food in meaningful bites, savouring the flavor and texture on my tongue as the ocean breeze tickles my skin.