Lexy (spelled Leagsaidh in Scots Gaelic, but she's given up) lives in the fictional town of
Cuento, CA, smack-dab between Sacramento, San Francisco and Napa. She loves California!
She loves the insane friendliness, the endless sunshine, the street trees that drop grapefruit
on her head . . . and she especially loves going out to eat. Here are Lexy's top five local(ish)
foodie hotspots, imagined as a single day-long blow-out to end all blow-outs.
Benedict for Breakfast at Katie's
Place, Carmel
Carmel is picture-postcard-perfect California, with its gingerbread cottages, huge sweep of
white beach, and rail-thin millionaire ladies. Katie's Place is a kind of miracle. It's where people
go to eat carbs. Yes, carbs. The breakfast menu is (literally) to die for: waffles, pancakes, hash
browns, biscuits . . . but it's hard to see past the benedicts. A split muffin, three-count-them-
three perfectly poached eggs, a zingy but comforting blanket of hollandaise and a middle
layer of . . . you name it. Smoked salmon (Nova Scotia Benedict), shrimp (Cajun Benedict),
steak (New York Benedict), or Lexy's favourite: Irish Benedict with a high heap of home-made
corn beef hash.
Fish for lunch at Sailor
Jack's, Benicia
A drivable distance up the road from the Monterey Peninsula is one of the Bay Area's best-
kept secrets: the quaint little town of Benicia. A long meandering main street leads down to
the waterfront, lined with antique shops, boutiques, glass galleries, and a clutch of eateries.
But donft be tempted to stop until you get to the shore and Sailor Jack's, where the seafood
is as fresh as the breeze. The mussels, clams, calamari and battered cod are all delish, but
Lexy's favourite is the pan-fried sole with cranberry wild rice, and French beans. Light but
rich, it leaves juuuuust enough room for ice-cream.*
Steak for dinner at the Buckhorn
, Winters
*But not if this is waiting at the end of the afternoon. An easy forty minutes from Benicia
brings you to the bustling little town of Winters. It's got wine-tasting rooms, an acclaimed
music venue, an artisan cheese shop, all in one of the prettiest downtowns you'll ever see.
And the jewel in the downtown crown is The Buckhorn. Lexy is used to stuffed animal heads-
you see them all the time in posh hotels in the Scottish Highlands-so the decor didn't faze her
on her first trip. She was all set to be sniffy about the beef, though. Would it, could it,
be as good as the beef of home? It could. It is. The steaks at the Buckhorn, cut by their own
on-site butcher and cooked with a level of care bordering on obsession, are sublime. A bowl of
the impossibly tasty mushroom soup to start (thinks: beef stock may be a factor) then an
Idaho baked potato on the side and there's zero chance of dessert. Lexy, in fact, suspects that
the Buckhorn desserts are fictitious, likewise the pork, lamb, seafood and burgers. The steak's
the thing.
Pie for dessert at the Sugarpine
, Mariposa
You know where dessert isn't fictitious? At the Sugarpine Cafe on the way to Yosemite. It's
quite a drive, but you're digesting that steak, remember? And it's worth it. Lexy lost more than
a few outdoorsy points with various Patagonia-clad guys by naming the Sugarpine as her
favourite Yosemite attraction when she was speed-dating. But seriously. The apple pie is
America served in eight slices, the chocolate cream pie is the heart of the New South, the
peach pie is the soul of the Old South, and the quite magnificent mixed berry pie is
everything. It's made of the lightest, crispest, glossiest pastry, filled with a quivering,
deep, sweet-tart ocean of glistening near-black fruit. It's almost too good to put cream on.
What a day that would be. The next morning, you wouldn't want much want much breakfast,
would you? So maybe settle for...
Coffee at Mishka's in downtown
Davis.
Davis has coffee chains, of course, but Mishka's - with its home-roasted, home-ground,
organic, fairtrade, delicious coffee - is the place to be. Inside with the NYT, outside
under the blossom trees, or taking your coffee to go to the indie cinema next door, Mishka's is
a treat. In fact, even though fictional Cuento is not Davis, absolutely not wink, enough
of SCOT FREE was written there that the book is dedicated to Mishka's
baristas.
A Last Ditch Mystery #2
Scottish-born California transplant Lexy Campbell sails again when a body is found during her
houseboat Halloween party.
Now settled in her little houseboat, moored in the slough at the back of the Last Ditch Motel,
Lexy Campbell wants nothing more than to build her counseling business, avoid her mother's
phone calls and who knows? meet a nice guy. But when she throws a Halloween party for
her motley crew of motel pals, the only single man is too old for her, too wrapped up in the
case of beer chilling in the slough, andoh, yestoo dead.
The smart choice is to leave it up to the cops to identify the body and catch the killer. Lexy
and company make a different choice, and they're on the case before you could say "Tam
O'Shanter," delving deep into the roots of this mystifying crime.
Mystery
Cozy | Mystery Amateur
Sleuth | Holiday
[Midnight Ink, On Sale: April 8, 2019, e-Book, ISBN: 9780738754123 /
]
Catriona McPherson was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, and is the author of several standalone
novels for Midnight Ink. She is a four-time winner of the Lefty Award, three-time winner of the
Macavity Award, two-time winner of the Agatha Award, and two-time winner of the Anthony
Award. Additionally, she has been a finalist or shortlist honoree for more than a dozen major
awards. Catriona also writes the Dandy Gilver historical mystery series (Minotaur/Thomas
Dunne Books). She is the past president of Sisters in Crime and a member of Mystery Writers
of America. She lives in Davis, California.
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