Last weekend, Thespian, his faithful hound Mango, and I drove to Mendocino for our friend's surprise 40th birthday shindig. Our friend's wife set the whole thing up, reserving rooms in a quaint inn overlooking the bay called Mendocino Seaside Cottage. The website made the place look a little, um, cheesy--like a Danielle Steele novel on Viagra. But we were stoked once we arrived and got the tour of the place, noting that our room had the best views and just a short walk into town. It was awesome.
Thespian and I took in the surrounding natural splendor, joined later by friends, and discovered the many wonderful surprises of Mendo at jaunts to the coffee shops--Moody's rocks!--illustrious pubs and taverns, like Patterson's, and a pretty kick-ass French dinner at Cafe Beaujolais.
The last night of our weekend featured a seven-course meal prepared by a personal chef, and supplemented by wine and cannabis pairings, at the gorgeous cliff-side house of a Mendo-friend (an attorney for medical marijuana cases). I'm no stoner but these sophisticated medical marijuana folks are dope.
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