Getting dismal at the nitch:
Amazing shipwreck..
..and beachy good times!
Astoria, land of CHEAP rodents and tennis rackets.. but this man is the real reason we keep coming back:
Chef Uriah, proprietor of the Columbian Cafe. We gorged ourselves silly on espresso cocktails, vodka-soaked oysters, and seared ahi with wasabi-washed roe over homemade fettucine. Not to mention the delicious breads and Uriah's own selection of pepper jams! We barely made it back to our room at the old convent, where years ago the beach nuns had built this beautiful seashell altar:
