So, one day while I was staying at Saddle Mountain RV Park near Carmel-by-the-Sea, decided to look for a cheap lunch. I got on Yelp! and found Grandma’s Kitchen. There were so many positive reviews that I had to give it a shot.
The food was good and it was reasonably priced. The one review that piqued my curiosity, though, was that it was identified as an “owl-themed restaurant.”
Yes, it definitely was owl-themed.
I kind of felt that I was being watched.
I finished my lunch and then headed over to the cash register to pay.
Yep, there were owls over there, too!
My next goal was to find John Steinbeck’s house in Salinas.
Mission accomplished! However, there was a small problem – just a small one.
Can you see what the problem is?
I was visiting on Monday. Ah, it’s the story of my life. I guess it makes when I actually get to visit a place, these minor setbacks make the successes all that much more satisfying.
John Steinbeck was born in this house in 1902. It was a fairly new house back then, as it was built in 1897. The Steinbeck family bought the house in 1900 and John lived here until leaving for college in 1919.
The Valley Guild purchased the house in 1973. The Guild was formed by eight women who shared a common interest in gourmet cooked and wanted to showcase the Salinas Valley produce. They renovated and restored the house and opened it to the public as The Steinbeck House Restaurant on February 27, 1974 – the 72nd anniversary of John Steinbeck’s death.
I walked around the house. I liked the gift shop name: The Best Cellar. Best Cellar – get it?
It’s good to know that the cats are well taken care of.
That long flight of stairs is a bit intimidating.
I did like the Viking sprinkler alarm. I like it when I see my ancestors represented.
Eventually, all stays come to an end. I hitched up and headed out.
I minced my way down the narrow road, with Flo in tow. Down at the bottom of the hill there was a little collection of stacked rocks that I meant to get a photo of. This time, I had a few moments to take a picture. “Why?” you might ask.
After coming and going on this narrow road for four days, I finally met another vehicle coming toward. There was no way we could “share the road.”
I turned off the engine and went to discuss things with the driver. I couldn’t imagine how we were going to work this out. But, he was going to the campground to the right of the one I was at – he didn’t need to go up the road I had just come down. I backed up about 20 feet, and he pulled into a driveway. Then I pulled past him and I was on my way.
Next stop: Horseshoe Bend and Yosemite