Big Sur, CA
This part of California feels like you're on the edge of the earth, and Cafe Kevah is a good place for a light meal to go with that feeling.
The cafe is the little sister to Nepenthe, a fixture on this swervy scenic section of Highway 1 since the '60s. Reviewers complain that Nepenthe's food is average and overpriced, but it's worth a few extra bucks as far as I'm concerned to relax and gaze upon this shoreline.
We ordered a lavish French toast made from brioche stuffed with blueberry cream cheese; a bright and tangy salad of arugula, goat cheese, and orange sections; and toasted sourdough bread. Raucous, fearless Steller's jays hovered and hopped close by, one making so bold as to carry off a crust of bread before we could say shoo. (C calls them "mohawk jays," for the tuft of black feathers on top of their heads.)