I was saddened to learn recently that Cliff House has now closed.
It was an icon of San Francisco and I had not visited yet but I had always planned on doing so. I was inspired to write this story by a friend from the Bay Area. I googled it, it looked beautiful and that was really all I had to go on.
So let us begin.
Cliff House, they do a lovely brunch there, so I pick you up about 9.00 Sunday and take you out for brunch.
We drive out to Lands End through the exquisite grove of pines and park-lands over to the old Sutro Baths. There is not much left to see of the baths now, but in their heyday they must have been quite a sight to behold. Not only the baths but there was an amphitheatre that could hold 2700 people and club rooms that could accommodate 1100 more. Then on top of all that they had an ice rink too.
I find a spot to park and I open the door for you to hop out of the car. I am not just being gentlemanly, I also want to check out your long slender legs as you get out of the car.
You look beautiful today in a summer floral blouse and flowing white skirt. I like the way the skirt hugs your waist and accentuates your hips. I think your skirt might give me a lovely see through if I can get into the right position with the light behind you. I would love to see your gorgeous legs silhouetted through that skirt.
I take your hand as you get out of the car and we stroll down to overlook the ruins of the Sutro Baths and out to Seal Rocks. It really is a magic place, it reminds me very much of my home in Australia.
West Coast California looks very much like East Coast Australia, I guess it is the same ocean that we are enjoying so it kind of makes sense. It seems a little odd to me to be looking out over the ocean in the morning with the sun at my back, but I will get used to that.
We stroll along the path from the car park up to the Cliff House restaurant just casually walking along enjoying the view and the beautiful spring day.
I have made reservations, this place gets busy in the spring and summer. Especially on a Sunday for brunch. I have asked for a table on the lower level overlooking the beach to the south. Our table is right next to the window so we have an unobstructed view over the beach and we can also see out over Seal Rocks.
Can you hear the harp? The lady is playing on the lower level but the music wafts through the whole place adding to the ambience. I do not know classical music very well, but I enjoy good music whatever the genre and I know good music when I hear it.
Having a look at the menu I think I will have bacon and poached eggs with some toast but we shall also order some pop overs, I believe they are legendary. What would you like? The poached salmon? The prawns? Let me know and I will catch the waiter's eye and order.
What a gorgeous view, not the beach, not the ocean, not seal rocks, you! I could easily get lost in your eyes for days let alone your face that is framed so perfectly by your hair.
The waiter arrives with our drinks, only the best for you. We sit chatting whilst we sip on our champagne, I wonder what the rest of the world is doing on such a lovely day. Not that I care too much, all I can really think about is you.