In the sparsely populated hills east of carmel valley, a random cyclist tells us of a special gourmet dinner, only on mondays, at “the last real roadhouse” where “farmworkers rub elbows with billionaires.” not quite, but surreal for sure. Great food, in any case. I had “Rabbit 5 Ways”. We camped in their parking lot, too tired to climb the 5-mile hill that dropped us off there.
