One of my first blog posts at this "new address" (related query: are change of address cards appropriate for a new blog address? I feel like there's a market to be taken advantage of here...) was about an outing with my parents to a cafe in Larkspur called Rustic Bakery. That place was gorgeous and delicious, every sensible wallet's nightmare, because one could easily spend hundreds on pastries alone in a cafe so unabashedly, for lack of a better phrase, "country-chic."
Luckily, they have a second location down the road from my parents house in the other direction. We are literally flanked by Rustic Bakeries. The horror, the horror!
My mom and I went there the Sunday before my New York trip and took in both the lovely lupins (what an underrated flower!) and the Cobb salads. I tried to think of a C-adjective right there to further the alliteration, but no dice. There's no "C" in anything remotely related to salad... Alright, I suppose there is a C in "crouton." JUST DROP IT.
The Cobb salad comes with egg, bacon (swoon), cheese, tomato, the perfect amount of turkey, and their homemade Rustic Bakery crackers, off of which I could happily subsist on a deserted island someday if necessary. Dee-lish-us.