Names
of artists and celebrities
such as Ansel Adams, Jack London, Clint Eastwood, Doris Day, or John Madden
have always been synonymous with Carmel. But the charm of this
exquisitely perfect coastal town goes far beyond the ability to recite the
names of its famous -- although not-often-in-residence -- occupants.
Things like neon signs, billboards and hot-dog stands are prohibited in
Carmel; dogs themselves are welcome everywhere. At last count there
were more restaurants than Carter has pills, each with a personality so
inviting that I find it difficult to stop at less than two -- per day --
whenever I visit. There are almost as many art galleries, and I have
lost count of the number of little shops offering everything from T-Shirts
to T-Bone steaks and everything in between.
I know I could visit Carmel a dozen or more times a year and never get tired
of the place, despite the endless crush of tourists. Carmel has it all
and then some. And just when I think that perhaps I might grow weary
of the hikes up and down the hills around town, I catch a whiff of the salt
air, sink into an Adirondack
chair, open a good bottle of Chardonnay and let the world drift by... The roar of the ocean, the forever-young surfers, the
smell of salt air and row upon row of little bungalows that line the steep
hills -- these are all constant reminders of a place on the Pacific that
calls to me and begs me to return. And I will. There are more
restaurants that I haven't tried yet...
Whether you would like to sit in the sunshine that often
floods the Pacific Coast, or you prefer to sit beneath the warm glow of a
propane patio torch that takes the chill away from the afternoon fog that
sometimes rolls in from the cool ocean, Carmel has a venue for your dining
pleasure. And whether you prefer casual or formal, you can rest assured that
there is an unforgettable dining experience awaiting you…
Names
of artists and celebrities
such as Ansel Adams, Jack London, Clint Eastwood, Doris Day, or John Madden
have always been synonymous with Carmel. But the charm of this
exquisitely perfect coastal town goes far beyond the ability to recite the
names of its famous -- although not-often-in-residence -- occupants.
Things like neon signs, billboards and hot-dog stands are prohibited in
Carmel; dogs themselves are welcome everywhere. At last count there
were more restaurants than Carter has pills, each with a personality so
inviting that I find it difficult to stop at less than two -- per day --
whenever I visit. There are almost as many art galleries, and I have
lost count of the number of little shops offering everything from T-Shirts
to T-Bone steaks and everything in between. 
I know I could visit Carmel a dozen or more times a year and never get tired
of the place, despite the endless crush of tourists. Carmel has it all
and then some. And just when I think that perhaps I might grow weary
of the hikes up and down the hills around town, I catch a whiff of the salt
air, sink into an Adirondack
chair, open a good bottle of Chardonnay and let the world drift by...
The roar of the ocean, the forever-young surfers, the
smell of salt air and row upon row of little bungalows that line the steep
hills -- these are all constant reminders of a place on the Pacific that
calls to me and begs me to return. And I will. There are more
restaurants that I haven't tried yet...
