Leucadia’s charm is in no small part because someone planted eucalyptus trees for railroad ties, but that wood turned out to be useless. So they just let those peely giants grow and grow, which is why the Leucadia stretch of PCH is now a majestic leafy canopy into what Troy calls “the mood”—not a city, but a state of mind. Spiritually Spanish, no sidewalks, dirt under your toenails, more than its share of people who may or may not use crystals as financial advisors.
Leucadia’s pretty grand. Plus, the neighborhood used to be called “Merle,” which we can all agree is fairly fantastic.
This “mood” made it the perfect setting for a Bebemos Golden Hour at Mario Guerra’s Spanish tapas spot on North Coast Highway…