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Beautiful Eats Venice Beach, California When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie you are at C & O Trattoria. Offering an atmosphere that almost exceeds the flavor of the food (which is a feat in itself), this Ristorante Italiano transports its guests back to the Old Country with its charm and romantic appeal. Whether you choose to dine under the stars and twinkling Edison lights, or in the cozy indoor dining area, this restaurant is a must for everyone.   That includes the GLUTEN FREE and the carb connoisseurs alike! A favorite dish of mine is the Penne Sausage made with gluten-free penne noodles. This includes a huge portion of "Sweet Italian Sausage and Roasted Red Peppers in a Smoked Mozzarella Cream Sauce." That's straight from the menu and I could not have said it better. For those of you without a gluten intolerance, this next bites for you. Every time your table's plate begins to run low, the fresh, warm garlic bread knots are replenis

Beautiful Eats La Jolla, San Diego              Overlooking the turquoise waters of La Jolla and serving up irresistible dishes is the Brockton Villa. The current structure that serves hundreds of guests each day is a renovated beach cottage that was built in 1894. The contemporary charm, with its white beams and unique oyster shell/concrete fireplace, is an indistinguishable blend of the old and the new. When it comes to the food, however, there is no question of freshness. I visited the Brockton Villa for breakfast and ordered one of the establishment’s signature dishes, Coast Toast. The French toast was so moist that I had to agree with the menu’s claim; it was very much like a soufflé in texture. The hint of orange, berry dipping sauce and overall sweetness were expertly balanced by the saltiness of the seasoned potatoes. All of this was enjoyed beside the ocean, looking out from what truly felt like a beach cottage. Considering t

Exercise Time: Write from memory. It's beautifully simple. Give it a try and let me know how it goes! The Cold Spring Tavern Despite the central fireplace’s warmth, a consistent draft drifted through the slits between the wood planks of the floor and walls, meaning I would be eating dinner in my coat. And although the space appeared clean, its age and décor gave the impression that cobwebs lingered in every corner and the dim gas lamp, which sat at the end of our table only lengthened the shadows. In theory, it was not romantic. And yet as I observed the history of The Cold Spring Tavern in the black and white photos on the walls and the hulking sturdiness of the stone fireplace, the romanticism began to swell within me. Nestled in the hills and hidden from Highway 154, the setting gives the impression that you are not riding within the luxury of modern technology nor are you driving along a smooth paved road (although you are) as you approach the restauran