Tuesday, June 21, 2016
The Pacific Ocean was my main destination last Sunday. I left the home of friends in Portola Valley (northeast of Mountain View), traveled north, then west, until finally a ribbon of blue was in my sights; I was on a mission. Well, two missions - the first was just to see the open ocean, which we don't really see from Seattle since we're looking at the estuary that is Puget Sound; the second was to go to Sam's Chowder House and eat a lobster roll.
My friend Jeremy, who used to surf these parts when he was a Californian, gave me a tip on this place and told me to splurge on the lobster roll, the ordering of which begs the question, when is a sandwich worth $26.50? The answer is, when it's the lobster roll from Sam's Chowder House. When I first arrived at the joint on Sunday, it was just before 11am, and being Father's Day, there was a huge line out the door -- about 50 people were standing there waiting to get a table. It was hot and I wasn't actually that hungry, having eaten a late breakfast before leaving my friends' house in Portola Valley, so I decided to drive to the beach access down the road a little further and walk back along the coast to the restaurant. I ended up going for a really long walk, then walking back to the restaurant, at which point I was finally a little peckish, the line was gone, and I was shown directly to a table facing right out the windows. I barely glanced at the menu, gave my order, and was served this: