Carmel Day 2- Porta Bella Restaurant

After visiting the Murphy’s house we all realized that our stomach had been rumbling. Carmel was a heaven of all exotic restaurants. Mr. Man took  the responsibility to finding a good one, where every one of us could get their desired food. At that moment we were on Ocean Avenue, and he found out a French Restaurant, Porta Bella on Ocean Avenue. 

Moreover, the restaurant was just beside Cottage of Sweets which was one of our must see place.

 

It was cold chilly cloudy day. We slowly walk through the sidewalk , and reached a small old door with a beautiful Christmas wreath hanging on it. I slowly pushed the door, and it open with little squeaky sound, and we entered in a warm cozy eatery with burning fireplace inside. The warm nice feeling just took away the fatigue, and we were ready to devour some mouthwatering food. 

We got a table near the window from where we could see the street, where people had been walking on their Christmas best attire.

 My son couldn’t order anything else but pizza. I’m not a pizza fan, it is the food when no option usually are left. I’m a fish loving person, so when I saw salmon in the menu card I quickly decided to order that. Mr. Man ordered beef burger. 

Anyway, we were not in hurry, we enjoyed every single bit of our food. At the last our server served a little desert , and told it was on the house. I just can’t describe the feeling when the cream in it just slowly moved down my throat. We were all full, on the top of that we had been eating limitless sweet things during that tim, so I didn’t order another plate. I didn’t know the name of it, so I asked him. It was Baklava. The cream and the crunchiness of that made a heavenly combination. That was really a sinful bliss. 

..... to be continued.