This spring I was in CA, visiting an old friend. She picked me up from LAX and we drove straight up the coast to Malibu Inn for lunch, eventually taking a margarita-fueled jaunt across the PCH to the pier. There were fisherman with lines in the water, art students quietly painting – after the worst winter in Chicago history, it was exactly what I needed to feel human again.
At the end of the pier (not to be confused with the Malibu Pier Restaurant) is a small restaurant and cafe called Malibu Farm, boasting locally sourced ingredients and a healthy dose of California laid-back vibes. The large windows bathe the cafe in light, while the outside tables soak in the sun; salty air and breaking waves round out the atmosphere. In short, it's heavenly. If you only have a little time, make sure to order an affogato and sit on the roof deck.