Sure, San Franciscans enjoy the remote serenity of a Big Sur getaway — the sun through the fir trees, the low croak of cormorants, the leashless yonder of free-range canines — but hike long enough and you’ll develop a hunger that can't be sated by nori snacks and coconut water alone.
Basically, this is the casually romantic downrange getaway you’ve been looking for. Things don’t change in Big Sur that often – land development laws prevent it, making the area about as progressive as Cuba.
Big Sur Roadhouse changes that. Cheffed by NOLA expat Matt Glazer, the kitchen’s plating a cajun-infused menu of Blackened King Salmon, Seabass Po’ Boys and Red Bean Stuffed Portabellos.
The ambiance: warm.
Then, top the weekend off with a late night (1-3 a.m. only) dip in the highly exclusive, bare-assed hot springs down the block.
Relaxed, well rested and well fed. And probably naked. A weekend jaunt doesn't get much better than that.
The SpecificsBig Sur Roadhouse
47080 Highway 1