Here’s the thing about North County: There’s a lot of driving involved. It’s spread out; suburban sprawl dominates the landscape east of Interstate 5, and when it comes to restaurants, it can take awhile to locate the charms.
My Anglophilia started long ago. I fell in love with the hushed sadness on the pages of Remains of the Day. I went through a phase where my morning began with a milky cup of English Breakfast tea instead of coffee.
I’m annoyingly vocal about baked goods—persnickety, even—and I’m convinced that society is far too accepting of mediocrity when it comes to the other sweet science. It’s the formulaic element to many bakeries that turns me off.
I craved a good ribeye one weekend, and the Stater Brothers meat department wasn’t going to cut it. But making the pilgrimage down to Morena Boulevard to drool over the meat case at Siesel’s is far trickier when you live in North County and have a squeaky infant.