I think Marin County is becoming increasingly friendly to dogs, but I don't want to jinx my luck.
Monterey County is notoriously dog-friendly, but even so, I don't believe the local government permits doggies inside restaurants. Whatever. We snuck the beautiful and un-barkish Bean Sprout into a lovely seafood place in Pacific Grove, zipped into his stylish tote. Oh, yeah, and we snuck him into a cute breakfasty place there, too. But it was still sneakage.
Today we needed to be away from our house in Marin for a few hours, and we dragged Bean Sprout in his butch black-leather tote to a restaurant that has a generous policy of doggies dining on the sidewalk.
They insisted that we bring the beautiful pup inside, into the restaurant.
I resisted. I demurred.
They demanded. I relented.
"He's in a bag," said the lovely hostess.
As if that made him sanitary.
He is sanitary, by the way...
Wow, what a fun lunch.
I can only tell you that, on the menu, we were offered the choice of white rice or brown rice.
Not fried rice — brown rice. Healthful. Nourishing. Comforting.
Just what we needed. Oh, and. Bean Sprout was *really* hungry, because he's been derailed and off his feed. So, he just snarfed up handfuls of tender brown rice.
Gosh, what a great place.
So sorry it must remain a secret.