Classic rock in classic California

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Harry’s Bar in Pismo Beach, “voted number one years in a row”, out of two pubs in town, was rocking. On a Monday night. The band, its members half-man half-muppet, looked as if they had been transported from the seventies, not directly by time machine, but the long way via all the intervening decades. But they could play. They were tight. After forty years you’d expect them to know the songs pretty well.

Earlier we had eaten at Mo’s Smokehouse BBQ. Mo had travelled for two months through ten states to learn his barbecue trade- and in our experience learned well. His story and a map on the wall proclaimed this feat.

Mo knows BBQ
He don’t know fish
He don’t know chowda.

This was in reference to the fish and chip shop next door, Splash Cafe and its world famous (their words) clam chowder. They also had a lineup to prove it. Sadly Pismo Beach is no longer the clam capital of the world.


Before leaving this classic Californian seaside town and deserted museum to the 1970s, we breakfasted in Brad’s restaurant, next to Mo’s and would you believe it- Brad had a story too, printed on the menu. I can’t remember the story but the corned beef hash and pancakes were exceptional.

Photo collage by kathryn_mcc.

For the Daily post photo challenge rule of thirds.

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