As a full-on dessert person, skipping this California café was never really on the table. The name alone did half the convincing, like it already knew it had something to prove.
And then the pie arrived. Strawberry rhubarb, but not in a “nice slice on a plate” kind of way.
More like a quiet flex wrapped in a buttery crust. The kind of crust that actually shatters when you cut into it, not in theory but for real…