One Sunday for a treat, I wandered down and had a big plate of Eggs Benedict Florentine: two poached eggs smothered in a creamy Hollandaise sauce, on a bed of just wilted baby spinach leaves, on grilled sourdough. I just had to have crispy hash browns on the side and, to top it all off, a flat white.

 At no extra cost the club threw in a million dollar view of the surging Pacific surf. All for fifteen bucks.

 Out of town, non-members are welcomed.