I swear, chowder tastes different when the California coast decides to put on a silver-lining show. And yes, I was there to witness it.
Picture me, hood up, coffee in hand, staring at the Bay turning into liquid metal, and suddenly that creamy bowl of chowder felt like a warm hug from the ocean itself. It wasn’t just soup.
It was a vibe, a mood, a “maybe I should quit my job and move here” moment. Seriously, if Bob Ross had painted this scene, even he would’ve paused to dip a spoon in…