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Thursday, August 15, 2002

 

Almost there... I lost track of what number we're at in the OC story.

"And Now for Something Completely Different…," or, "There and Back Again" Friday 7/19

Yet another misty, musty morning. The waves, at first, are slightly improved from those of the last two days (couldn't be much worse), but are really no great shakes. It's extremely foggy, like something out of Vertigo, except Kim Novak is nowhere to be seen. I venture out from the coast, knowing it's my last day, wondering if I should've stayed back in the trailer. Before long, the sky clears a bit and the waves begin to grow. While not great for boarding, these powerful walls of water make for a fun few hours at the beach. Probably the best of the whole week.

Time for a bit of a change of pace. Finally, I get to dine in a restaurant that, at least for its namesake, is the go-to spot for any geek worth his salt. The Hobbit is, perhaps surprisingly, a fairly fancy place with an absolutely wonderful view of the bay. Yep, I'm a hobbit. M'name's Bilbo. Duh!

Forget your fanboyish fantasies of what this restaurant would be like: no maitre d' dressed as Gandalf or salt and pepper shakers made out of D & D dice. No, this is what you might call a "respectable joint." You'll most likely want to dress up just a little classier than your "straight from the beach to the diner" wardrobe. But I came in wearing a t-shirt and didn't get kicked out (or get turned into an orc, for that matter.)

The menu is also of a much higher caliber than that of many other eateries (you could tell that from the prices alone; early bird is from 5:00 to 6:00 for the frugal.) Bread, salad, and two veggies are served to all; these made good appetizers and side dishes, respectively, for my New York Strip steak. Ohhhh… the steak! It was…what's that word snooty food reviewers always like to us?... succulent! Mouthwateringly scrumptious is another way to put it. Too stuffed for dessert, we checked out the gift shop for some Tolkien-inspired tchotchkes. A got a very cool t-shirt. And we went back to out little hobbit hole for one more night.
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