We continue to enjoy and marvel at how we happened upon this spot. Last year we were driving down the coast and the name Half Moon Bay caught my eye, I remembered it from a book I had read and too it had a wonderful ring to it. And so we steered off course to take a look and happened upon the only street with housing right on the beach, all the rest of Half Moon Bay is public land or across Route 1. We walked on the beach and stuck around because of a tiny cafe that was open and offered a great view of the sunset about to happen. We took some pictures and moved on. This year in our search for a fun place to stay between San Jose and San Francisco, Donny used one of our pictures that showed an address to find the area again and located this cottage for rent.
Upon meeting Linda, the owner, and explaining our saga she too marveled at this fun story. She told us that the cafe was only open as such a very short time and is actually more of a long time gathering place for some of the world's best jazz musicians. It's a private club but very low key. Members can make their own coffee and enjoy the day time ocean view as well as jam at night when it suits.
Linda's husband, a world touring classical guitar player, Richard Patterson, hangs there sometimes as does she, a visual artist. They rent our charming cottage where it works and more often the gardens, which Linda created entirely herself from an overgrown meadow, for weddings of which there is one later today. Just the couple, an elopement of sorts.
Last evening we dined in Half Moon Bay proper at Cetrella's, now on my short list of favorite places to eat. I had the pumpkin special. Pumpkin soup, with roasted pumpkin seeds added; pork with rice, steamed pumpkin and spinach in a marvelous sage gravy; and for dessert a not too sweet pumpkin tart with a tiny scoop of pecan ice cream, house made.
Donny had the soup, free range chicken and three tiny scoops of white peach, pear and a red fruit sorbet, all house made.
We slept well, lulled to sleep by the chilling Pacific air.
Upon meeting Linda, the owner, and explaining our saga she too marveled at this fun story. She told us that the cafe was only open as such a very short time and is actually more of a long time gathering place for some of the world's best jazz musicians. It's a private club but very low key. Members can make their own coffee and enjoy the day time ocean view as well as jam at night when it suits.
Linda's husband, a world touring classical guitar player, Richard Patterson, hangs there sometimes as does she, a visual artist. They rent our charming cottage where it works and more often the gardens, which Linda created entirely herself from an overgrown meadow, for weddings of which there is one later today. Just the couple, an elopement of sorts.
Last evening we dined in Half Moon Bay proper at Cetrella's, now on my short list of favorite places to eat. I had the pumpkin special. Pumpkin soup, with roasted pumpkin seeds added; pork with rice, steamed pumpkin and spinach in a marvelous sage gravy; and for dessert a not too sweet pumpkin tart with a tiny scoop of pecan ice cream, house made.
Donny had the soup, free range chicken and three tiny scoops of white peach, pear and a red fruit sorbet, all house made.
We slept well, lulled to sleep by the chilling Pacific air.
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