Yesterday I had a hankering to go berry picking. I packed up some water bottles, Ms. Ruby Tuesday and a very tired BK, who’d just run eight miles as part of Team in Training, and we set off on Highway 1 to Davenport.
I’d heard nothing but good things about Swanton Berry Farm — all organic, union labor, honor till, great fruit. Yes please!
We got about 6 pounds of beautiful organic berries for $14.50, plus another dollar for a cup of delicious strawberry lemonade.
On the way back, we were quite hungry, so we stopped at the Davenport Roadhouse.I’d read online that they have dog-friendly outdoor seating, but when we arrived, they didn’t have any tables outside. I went in and asked them about it, and they said they hadn’t put tables out that day because it was quite windy…however, seeing as Ms. RT was with us, they offered to set us up our own table outside. I think BK felt a bit silly being the only table on the porch, but I rather liked it.There weren’t a ton of gluten-free options for lunch. BK had a burger sans bun, but he had to send it back because it was way overcooked. I opted for snacks and had some caramelized brussels sprouts with an apple cider gastrique, which I loved, and a giant plate full of truffle fries. I thought the latter were decent, though my dining partner respectfully disagreed. He felt they seemed freezer burnt, with many of them seeming rock-hard and almost concave. I still think that the fries at 515 Kitchen and Cocktails are better but I didn’t dislike these. I very much liked the wine selection, which was predominately local. BK had two glasses of a sauvignon blanc I’ve forgotten the name of, whilst I had a glass of a Bonny Doon rose that I really liked.
They were just about to set up for a wedding as we finished eating, which I thought sounded rather lovely. We didn’t stop this time, but there’s also an ongoing vintage sale just up the road from the Davenport Roadhouse. Last time I was there, I snagged a plaid trench, a 60s purse and Betsey Johnson dress for a song. Sweet!
After eating, we drove back home. BK went out for wings with a friend and Ruby took a nap. I, meanwhile, set upon making a dent in the huge pile of Meyer lemons that one of his customer’s gave him. I made lemonade, Meyer lemon salt, and my first attempt at lemon curd. Delicious!
Some friends from back home, whose family is out here, were in town too, so we met up with them later at the Crepe Place. The Crepe Place is lacking in gluten-free food options, but they do have both Redbridge and Strongbowin bottles, so that makes me a fan….and they have an awesome patio. Randomly, the band that opened featured Raina Rose, whose sister writes one of my favorite blogs and recently released a cookbook of the same name that I’m currently obsessed with.