ola’ Mashers, I have a story for you that is going to be retold for generations to come. The best part of this story is it’s NC17, so pull up the rocking chair and gather the children round the fire place cause it’s story time.
Had the opportunity to dine at the Sea Chest in beautiful Cambria last evening and it was awesome. I had never been there before but my traveling companion, whom shall be refered as “TC” from here on out, had been raving about this place since we met, it was time I joined the line that forms half and hour before this joint opens. Don’t get discouraged by the size of the line when you pull up it is well worth the wait, I am not shitting you on this!
The Sea Chest was established in 1975 by Jim and Karen Clark, I don’t know if they planned it but you seriously feel like you walked onto the 1980 set of the Popeye movie. The waitresses are young and cute, the cooks are crusty but super personable and know their craft well. We started out by ordering a bottle of the Alban 08 Viognier, if you haven’t had any of John Albans wines you need to take your ass down to your local wine merchant and demand that they procure a bottle of either his reds or whites for you to purchase. Back to the story at hand, as we sipped on our wine and savored the sweet viscous juice that filled our mouths the cooks served up, “if you sit at the bar the cooks serve you”, the first appetizer was the escargot with garlic butter, this was so good! Don’t be a hater if you have never eaten snails, these were prepared to perfection. The second app that came out was called The Devil On Horseback, the only fitting expression that came from my profane mouth was, Holy Hell!!!! These were large blue point oysters served on a thick piece of french bread with, wait for it… bacon on top! Truly the devil came in on horseback while we munched on these. We were going to have some entrees but we got our fill from the appetizers. If you make your way to the Sea Chest bring cash as they DO NOT accept cards. A big shout out to James the antique dealer who was flying solo but was great company, plus he poured some of his 05 Curren Syrah for us, Thanks James.
We were flying high from the great food and company as we made our way back to Paso Robles, when all of a sudden, by chance I notice cars filled the vineyard of a local winery that looks a lot like mid evil times in Buena Park, and just for the protection of those involved, we will call the place Falcon Crest. I asked TC if she wanted to crash a party just for shits and giggles, she was more then willing to give it a go, so we whipped the car around and drove up the drive straight to the front of the line. As we got out we noticed two elderly ladies taking names and supposedly kicking ass on anyone who wasn’t invited, so I put on my best game face threw my arm around TC and walked right past them like I was the President of these United States, guess what? it worked! Once inside it was time to get some drinks and ask what was going on, apparently we had stumbled into a benefit event called Denim and Diamonds which raises money for the Templeton Education Foundation. Not wanting to be complete freeloaders we purchased some drinks and started to mingle. First person we run into is Shane the general manager from Wild Horse and it is apparent that he is having a great time. We spoke with Shane for a little bit finding out about the event when we are approached by a photographer who wanted to take our photos, being that we are accommodating we obliged her, when Eric from Pier46 rolls up with his lovely wife. The party is starting to get more lively and we are hard pressed if we should stay and continue or be responsible and get going before the jig is up, we chose the latter. As we are walking out we hear, “one more group photo”, instead of cheese I get everyone to say free cause that was the word of the night for us. As we drove back down the hill we couldn’t help but laugh at the enjoyable night that had already taken place.
There is more to this story but it involves free drinks, bad cover band, fifty year old women with no teeth and no shoes dancing in daisy dukes on a beer soaked dance floor. This part of the story is more suitable for Halloween, so we will hold off.
