Eureka, Arcata, Oo I Wanna Take Ya
This morning I went down to the Samoa Cookhouse on the recommendation of reader Stefan Jones. Thanks, reader Stefan Jones! It's a sort-of recreation of an old lumberjack cookhouse, and you eat what they serve you. The food was okay, a bit Dennyesque, but the place itself is very cute and fun. A lot of people say the food is good, though, so I dunno, maybe they're better at lunch.
It's too rainy to walk, so I went for a drive instead, up the coast past Trinidad and back down to Eureka. I'm currently at the Lost Coast Brewery enjoying a nice serving of fish and chips and a truly astonishing beer. Newcastle was long been my beer of choice, but Lost Coast's Downtown Brown ale is right up there with it.
This morning I saw the most amazing thing I've run into in my trip: the parking meters behind Lost Coast. Parking is a nickel an hour. In Berkeley, a nickel gets you about the amount of time it takes to reach in your pocket and grab another nickel. If you want to get ahead of the game you have to use quarters. I bought five hours of parking because five hours of parking may be the best thing I've ever bought with a quarter.