For reasons relating to unspeakable boy band reunions,
I spent a piece of the 4th of July weekend in San Jose and Santa Cruz, California. The weather was cool and welcoming, and after a Saturday night spent screaming my lungs out, bloody mary's and mexican breakfast by the bay sounded like a gift from the gods of the West Coast.
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| Tomato Juice Heaven |
Cafe El Palomar served up the best Bloody Mary ever to have graced my lips. Their recipe is complex and filling but not too heavy or obtrusive. The service was slow but that's to be expected on a holiday weekend in a town littered with tourists. It is rumored there is a bar in SC that tops off their BM's with Guinness. That alone would lure me back to the coast for a taste, as if I'd need an excuse.
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| The tan back of a Santa Cruz local. |
After a long winter, and suddenly scorching summer in the valley, a weekend in Santa Cruz is all one really needs to remember to "chill out." It's what they do best.
And a little vodka in the morning couldn't hurt...
