Don’s place in Pacifica is sublime. I grew up in the Bay Area and his place gives the perfect taste of what is most sweet: succulents, evergreens, a quirky neighborhood where houses compete with lush plan life for a soul-driven beauty pageant, with the Pacific bass crashing an undercurrent of eternity in the background. Near everything you might want and cute corners you never imagined—like Winters Bar—Don place combines simplicity and comfort. Reserve your slice of the edge of the world—you will feel the magic, like a calliope soundtrack at sunset ice cream truck laboring up the steep street and a girl in a darkened house shouting “Mommy—ice cream!”