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Eggs at the Bridge Street Inn

A guest at the Bridge Street Inn can create the perfect egg and rice breakfast.

Here is a link on how to boil eggs.



Bridge Street Inn host will MC Cambria Earth Day event

Many thanks to the businesses, dogs, and flowers that allowed the Bridge Street Inn folk to share their love of Earth Day with them.  We hung flyers from Morro Bay to Cambria.



David Bowie, Funny Mirrors, and a Veggie Burrito at the Old Stone Station

Guests at HI-Cambria Bridge Street Inn will find the sights, smells, and sounds of Cambria inspiring. If you are a creative writer Cambria will keep the ink flowing.

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The Old Stone Station became a place of refuge for John

At John’s funeral, friends and family dropped fresh cut flowers into the grave. Willy walked to the edge where the casket lay.  He tightly squeezed a David Bowie t-shirt before relaxing his hands.  Willy let the Ziggy Startdust t-shirt fall into the grave.

Clyde asked perplexed, “What are you doing?”

Old Stone Station David Bowie

Willie replied, “John loved David Bowie.  Remember how many times he went to the men’s restroom at the Old Stone Station Restaurant?”

A year ago, Willie, Clyde, and John met on a sunny day on the deck of the Old Stone Station. They each planned on enjoying the best Mexican food served on Friday. Ironically, they all wore Mike Watt yellow cat t-shirts and ordered veggie burritos. The three of them quickly realized this serendipitous moment. Conversations began and three tables became one. A Friday veggie burrito tradition began.

Like a digital clock with a strong battery, Willie, Clyde, and John showed up at the same time every Friday and ordered the same veggie burrito.  The tradition changed when John’s wife left him for a young stud and the L.A. city life.  Depressed, John began to eat 1.5 burritos, than 2 burritos in one sitting.  Willie and Clyde were amazed by John’s overwhelming burrito consumption.

Old stone Station veggie burrito Cambria California

John developed deadly feelings for black beans

John replied in a condescending snarky voice, “How can a person not eat two of a these remarkable creations!  The flavors of the beans, sauces, fresh ingredients, veggie burger and cheese make me forget myself.  I am no longer John who gave 20 years of my life to a woman who didn’t appreciate it.  At the Old Stone Station I am simply a tongue who doesn’t need love – only a burrito.”

The guys noticed John use the bathroom more frequently and lose weight.

One day when John left to the restroom, Clyde asked Willie, “Do you think it’s weird John’s bladder has gotten smaller since his divorce?”

The last known photo of John

The last known photo of John

Willie, “I don’t think his bladder has gotten smaller.   He frequently uses the restroom because the carnival fees to enjoy a circus mirror in private is ridiculous.  At the Old Stone Station the price of the mirror is included in the price of the meal.  He can laugh and laugh as long as he purchases something.  John’s a huge David Bowie fan. He told the restaurant owner he wants first dibs on the David Bowie shirt in the bathroom.  Notice how he looks at the burritos and mutters the lyric, “Oh you pretty thing your driving your mamas and papas insane.”  I’m a huge Paul McCartney fan.  I would pretend to pee a lot more if a Paul McCartney t-shirt hung in the bathroom.”

John heard most of their conversation and paused before returning. He could not let his friends know of his burrito addiction. He decided to mask his bulimia by becoming a David Bowie fan.

The madness turned John into a David Bowie burrito eater.

The madness turned John into a David Bowie burrito eater.

A month of Fridays passed.  John looked more skinny and unhealthy.

Clyde finely addressed the elephant in the room, “John, what’s wrong with you.  You have grown into the body of 17 year old girl who wants to be a model.”

John snapped, “I look like David Bowie on heroine.”

John went to the bathroom muttering a David Bowie song.

Clyde said, “Willie I have a crazy thought.  Did you see how fast John ferociously devoured his burrito?  He reminds me of my cat, Henrietta. She can eat a can of canned cat food like John can scarf down a burrito. When she can’t eat anymore she sneaks off and pukes up her food.  Do you notice how John eats and eats then leaves to go to the bathroom?  Does John remind you of my cat?”

Willie, “I’ve never met Henrietta but I do know John reminds me of David Bowie on heroine.”

The End.

John's now in Happy Burrito heaven.

John’s now in Happy Burrito heaven.

Old Stone Station
713 Main St.
Cambria, CA 93428

Special thanks to Gillian Rowley’s edits.  Check out her blog Allergy Bites

Moonstone Cellars: A Taste of Home

There’s something about wine that cultivates a sense of belonging within a group of friends, or even complete strangers. The simple act of cracking open a good bottle of wine (whether that means a $100 bottle of Cabernet, or the $1.99 version from your neighborhood Trader Joe’s) immediately lets me know that we are about to share a moment together. I’m not talking about a sloppy drunkfest; I’m talking about those special, honest moments that are created as a result of a communal experience.

Lounging at Moonstone Cellars on a lazy Sunday afternoon, happily observing the crowd gathered around the bar, wine tasting, mingling and generally soaking up the good life, I see the bond that wine creates. Like anything, too much can be just as destructive as it can be beneficial (no one likes the melodramatic wine-o), but in the right context with the right people, it’s one of those pleasures in life that makes me smile all the way from my head to my feet. I love when cheeks become rosy red after only a few sips. I love listening to a passionate wine-maker describe the lush variety of tastes and smells as I smile and nod in complete and total ignorance. Hues of chocolate? I’ll take it! An oaky aftertaste? I don’t follow, but right on! Most of all, I love the way that wine makes us want to share: share stories, experiences, knowledge. Our culture is so focused on the individual that we forget to share these important things. We are so concerned with ourselves that, in some cases, many of us have forgotten the simple lost art of sharing with another, whether it be a bottle, a glass, or a simple conversation.

Walking into the warm and cozy shelter of Moonstone Cellars, you’ll immediately feel at home. Jill’s the sort of woman that you can’t just say hello to. It’s the whole “if you give a mouse a cookie” concept: If you say hello to Jill, you will want to sit her down, and pick her brain, and allow her to tell you about her journey with your chin in hand and your wine glass full. In a manner of minutes you might learn about her career in acting, her bout with stand-up, how she ended up at a winery in small town Cambria after forging her way through the smog and disappointment of LA.

Not only is the conversation that hovers about the cellar fascinating and compelling, but their wine tasting is one of the best deals in town. For only $5 – yes, you read that correctly, five dollars – they will tease your palate with six of their sinfully delicious local wines. Now I’m normally a red girl, but Moonstone has shown me the light to the world of white with their 2010 Viognier, referred to by the experts as “the red drinker’s white.” I would heartily agree if I weren’t busy staring despondently at my empty glass of this white that made me a convert, a believer in white wine.

I believe that wine can help open up our hearts, if we’ll let it. So come on down to Moonstone Cellars and have yourself a drink, or six (tastes, that is). And make sure to ask for Jill. You can tell her your friends at the BSI sent you.

Moonstone Cellars
801 Main Street  Cambria, CA 93428
(805) 927-9466

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My Underwear Matches my Pizza at The Bridge Street Inn

Cast Iron Lentil Pizza: lentils, red peppers, arugula, cream cheese, salsa verde, mozzarella cheese, tapatio

Lentil Pizza with featured vegetable arugula ready to serve.

Fransico De Lovely sits in the kitchen on a stool.  He intently watches me make this evenings dinner, a lentil arugula pizza.

Fransico, “Did you know I’m wearing my arugula green underwear?  My underwear matches the arugula your putting on the pizza.”

Brandon, “No, I didn’t know that about your underwear.”

Fransico, “I like underwear and veggie shopping at the same time.   That’s why I go to Walmart and Target.  I make a game out of it.  I pick out  veggies first then select underwear to match the veggie color.

Beets = purple briefs
Carrots = orange briefs
Iceberg Lettuce = white briefs
Arugula = green briefs

Where do you buy your veggies?”

Brandon,  “The year round Friday Farmers Market in Cambria!  The best place for a Bridge Street Inn guest to buy local veggies.”

Fransico, “Today is Friday!  Let’s go underwear veggie shopping.”

Brandon, “Oh Fransico, I have some disappointing news.  The farmers market doesn’t sell underwear or lingerie.  The closest box store is located 24 miles away.”

Fransico has a sad look on his face.

Brandon, “I have a fun idea.  Instead of matching your underwear to veggies let’s get creative.  Grab several pairs of preferably clean underwear, to make the matching easy, and we’ll color cordinate underwear to veggies.  Now that sounds like a good way to pass an afternoon under the blue skies of Cambria.”

Brandon and Fransico head to the farmers market.

"Those tomatoes looks so delicious but I don't have yellow underwear!" exclaims Fransico!

Purple beets kind of match these undies.