The entire trip, I had been begging Adam to take me to Big Sur Bakery.
“Please, please, please, puleeeeeasseeeeee can we eat dinner there??” I begged from our little tent the other morning. He reminded me that there was no view and what’s Big Sur without a view? I don’t know. All I knew was that BSB had gained a lot of press in the past few years for being one of the best up and coming restaurants in the country and now, being only a mere couple miles from it, I had to try it for myself.
Whenever I travel I sort of make it my goal to hit as many bakeries as possible. Kind of like some people would for historical monuments.
Big Sur Bakery is located right next to a Chevron station and that’s about it. Oh wait, I forgot. There’s a “spirit garden” next door as well. whatever that means.
As we were walking in for dinner, I told Adam that I thought it would be the best meal of my life. And then when I tried the infamous bread board with butter and local sea salt I knew it would be.
But then somehow I lost my A game. I became too obsessed with the bread and made a major dining faux pas. I ordered two vegetarian sides as my entree.
WHO DOES THAT?
Certainly not someone that has been waiting to eat a special restaurant forever. I don’t know what I was thinking. Adam ordered the roast chicken and mashed potatoes and loved every bite.
Mine: not so much. I overly critiqued the risotto, which I deemed as less creamy than my own, and thought the broccoli was overcooked. Truthfully, I was still hungry. Very hungry. I should have ordered the wood grilled wahoo and I knew it. We skipped dessert, I shed a tear and we headed back to the homestead. Adam delightfully full from his succulent roast chicken and me frowning in the passenger seat, hungrier than ever.
The next morning, I insisted we try again. I mean, it’s a bakery after-all! I had to give them another chance. So we rushed back to get there as soon as the bakery opened (8am) and Adam, bless him, was such a good sport. I ordered a gigantic ginger scone and it was one of the best things I have ever put in my mouth. So crumbly, light and sweet at the same time! And the coffee! Oh, the coffee. There are no photos because it went into my belly approximately five seconds after it was handed to me. And Adam’s croissant was lovely, too. Feathery layers of delicate pastry with probably seventeen sticks of butter folded in. Simply beautiful.
So the verdict? The scone redeemed everything. I spent more money at Big Sur Bakery than I ever have at a restaurant in my entire life but somehow it was all worth it with that last bite of crumbly scone. I bought the cookbook and vowed to go back the next chance I get.
Big Sur Bakery, I love you. Next I’ll just think before ordering two sides as an entree.