Sure I’ve been to Los Angeles a couple times and enjoyed the temperate weather, the laid back manner, the cute surfers, and many restaurants but when I really thought about it I never actually touched the ocean. I had gone to Santa Monica but at the time it was much too cold to swim so it never really occurred to me that while I have seen the Pacific, I never actually touched it. Naturally this time I had to do it, and here is my proof.
We walked down the shores of Hermosa Beach where surfers were catching waves and we were lamely dipping our feet in the water. On the pier there were lots of people fishing and a group of boys who proudly running up and down the pier trying to scare the tourists with their catch. I felt bad for the fish, which is completely hypocritical since I eat tons of his fishy little friends every week, however I feel that the yummy little guy should get some sort of mercy, maybe a swift whack on the head, instead of choking to death on air.
Our next stop was Malibu, and while I was secretly hoping to run into Jennifer Aniston and friends, I was perfectly content with eating fresh seafood by the beach. We went to Malibu Seafood. Typically I’m not a fan of fish and chips but these were delicious, perfectly juicy without being soggy. The fish was cod and it was fresh and battered, fried, and then dipped in a malt vinegar and tartar sauce combo. It pleased me to no end. While the fish and chips were great the steamed mussels were even better. They were either steamed or cooked directly in the garlic and mussel juice sauce (seafood always tastes better when cooked in their own juices).
After eating and walking the beach we went to the Getty, but I shall write about the museum and it’s extensive herb garden soon. For now I leave you, as we left Malibu, on the Pacific Coast Highway…
