Description: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story..."
Bill Fassett
The founder of Nepenthe obviously knows how to please a crowd. Since 1949 this iconoclastic dining facility perched on a breathtaking vantage point with some of Big Sur’s best views, has continued to lure legions of travelers, bohemians, celebrities and vagabonds and enthrall them with not only prime vistas but also delicious, home-style food and devil-may-care, self-induced entertainment. Like dancing under the stars beside a roaring fire. How primal! How perfectly suited to Big Sur.
In Greek, Nepenthe means "isle of no care," a place to find escape from sorrows. Our only sorrow that morning was having missed breakfast early in our journey. Considering we had encountered no signs of sustenance suited to humans since we hit the long, twisted stretch of highway after leaving Carmel city limits, Café Kevah, Nepenthe’s more casual option, looked mighty decent to us come 10 a.m.
Climbing the wooden staircase that lead to Kevah, and few stories further up the mountain, Nepenthe, it becomes obvious the proprietors operate 99% on the right side of the brain. Natural materials, whimsical sculptures, rough-hewn carvings and fountains are scattered about the property. On the deck of Nepenthe, brightly colored albeit weathered cushions are directly toward the view, serving as the bar. A massive, round, open-hearth fireplace provides the centerpiece for indoor dining. A weather-vane - interpreted as angel, goddess, sorceress or virgin, depending on your viewpoint - oversees activities below.
Café Kevah is open-air deck dining with a walk-up window where orders are taken. The scent of jasmine, honeysuckle and herbs fills the air and birds of prey circle the skies above the canyon. It was a heady experience waiting for our bacon, spinach and goat cheese omelet, staring into the fog over the ocean that dared not creep in to spoil our views on this glorious morning. The stillness was intoxicating.
Someone called our name and we both realized we’d sunken into a reverie that forgets about food. Recalling suddenly the purpose of our visit here, we gathered our tray, stopped by the condiment table where home-style jams are offered in little jars (as opposed to those insipid single-serving plastic containers), and in spite of hunger, had a hard time breaking our gaze from the valley. We nibbled at great slabs of homemade rye toast nuzzled next to tender cubes of fried potatoes and picked at an omelet infused with the mellow flavor of authentic hand-crafted goat cheese and thicker, meatier bacon than found in supermarkets.
Typically hearty eaters, we found that one serving was plenty to share in spite of the average-sized portion. Oh, the food wasn‘t to blame, it was delicious. But love tends to diminish the physical appetite temporarily.
Clearly, Big Sur was aleady working its major mojo on us and Nepenthe's ambiance had put us into romanctic overdrive.
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