Right over the bridge from San Francisco, Sausalito would seem worlds away if the city weren’t hazily looming over it from across the bay. We stopped here just for the afternoon for a little lunch and a short walk around the waterfront to stretch our legs after a long flight, and to see a bit of the town before heading on to Healdsburg for the evening.
We tried to go to a restaurant called Scoma’s, that looked absolutely fabulous but was even more absolutely packed, so we walked around until we were on the brink of starvation before finally deciding on a small gourmet shop called Venice that made sandwiches and salads and had a variety of charcuterie and wines.
The staff wasn’t particularly friendly, nor were they unfriendly. The set up was a bit confusing, which is a huge pet peeve of mine (where do I order? where do I pay? why are you making buying your food so difficult?)…
but the sandwich… ahhhh, the sandwich. So. Good. I will dream about this sandwich for years to come.
Crusty french bread, a slice of brie, avocado, sprouts, marinated cucumber, red onion, heirloom tomato, and romaine. Divine.
Lunches in hand, we settled on a bench so close to the water we could feel the spray of the occasional stray current. There were tourists everywhere, as it often is in such beautiful locations, and several people had gathered around a man who was building strange little feats of engineering out of rocks in the surf next to our bench.
After our water-front lunch, we piled back into the car and headed on our way to begin our trip through California.