Found: Tarpy's Roadhouse

Picking Cheryl and Rob up from the Monterey airport a few weeks ago gave us a great excuse to swing by my favorite lunch spot just down the street... Tarpy's Roadhouse.  It's in an old building just off the Monterey Salinas Highway named after an Irish immigrant that settled in the area back in 1851, Matt Tarpy.  It's history is only part of the charm... check out the beautiful patio!

Oh yea, about the food.  Let's just say they know how to plate a great meal.  That's a burger under the giant pile of delicious goodies...

Weekend in pictures

This last weekend was a busy one... It was a Brent weekend :)

We spent Friday night down in Monterey - I had a dinner for a work function at Montrio Bistro, which was delicious... especially the molten chocolate cake and pinot noir for dessert.

We stayed out a bit late after dinner on Friday night to celebrate my boss's birthday in a cottage by the beach in Pacific Grove.  Naturally, I fell asleep on the couch in the living room amongst the chaos of the boisterous party guests and a live bluegrass band before the party was even close to over.  Brent got me back to the hotel, tucked into bed, and before I knew it I was up at the crack of dawn as usual.  I should have gotten more sleep, but I jumped on the opportunity to watch the sun rise over the neighboring Pacific and swing by a local coffee shop on the way back to the room to make sure everyone had their morning elixir.  Everyone loves a coffee fairy on a Saturday morning!

Once everyone was up and moving, Brent got going to his mountain bike race...

... and Olive, Craig, and I went to scout out a breakfast joint in Pacific Grove, which I think might be the most charming little town I've ever been to.

True to my usual form, I totally overate at breakfast... "Sir, does that option with a (2) next to it mean I can get 2 breakfast sandwiches...?"  Yes please.

I swung by Michaels on the way home and managed to stay under $20.  I bought a frame and finally filled one of the empty walls in my little kitchen... only one more empty wall to go.

After we got home on Saturday afternoon I went straight to bed and slept for 16 GLORIOUS hours.  We spent Superbowl Sunday at Olive and Craig's house, which is always a warm and welcoming atmosphere filled with lots of good food... Olive has the hostess gene for sure!

And as always, a pic of Rudy: