After a long week at work I consider myself lucky that going to the beach on the weekend is an option. We are totally beach bums in my house. I love getting up and going straight to the beach, getting a coffee, or brunch and then reading on the sand. It’s one of my easy to get to happy places.
I’m a Los Angeles native, but a chunk of my childhood was spent out in Riverside and every weekend we would go to Newport Beach in Orange County where our family boat was docked. So I know the O.C. well, but we never really went to L.A. County beaches. So to be honest, this was only my second time to Malibu.
Henri wanted to take me to explore the area and I’ve wanted to try the hipster Malibu Farm Cafe on the end of the pier after all the sightings I’ve seen on Instagram. We always shoot to find free parking on PCH and walk a little, we’re cheap. And paying for parking is one of my pet peeves in life. I pay for the car, the gas, the insurance, and now you want me to pay to park the damn thing? No, thank you.
So enough on my rant about paying for parking, but just walk if your body allows you to do so. We walked to the end of the pier to give the chic Malibu Farm Cafe a try. It doesn’t look like anything special on the outside, but inside it’s chalkboard menus, an arnold palmer refill station, coffee in mason jars, and boujee eats.
The cashier recommended the breakfast sandwich to me and not to my surprise, Henri ordered the grass-fed burger. My regret was not trying the coffee because we had grabbed coffees before getting on the road. But, next time I am getting a coffee.
The food was great. I’m not usually a breakfast sandwich kinda gal, but the lemon aoili on this with the combination or potatoes and arugula was perfect.
The grass-fed burger was cooked just the way we like it, medium-rare, and the side dish of broccoli mashed potatoes was surprising satisfying. It was also a surprise because we thought it was broccoli and mashed potatoes, but it was a pleasant surprise. 
After a good meal you can walk down the pier and to the left to find a spot on the sand. The water was clear and we watched a surf competition. And, as I love to do, I read a magazine in the warm California sun.
