At Mount Shasta, two drunken narrators confess over margaritas — wry, sticky tales of sacred peaks, bad decisions, local lore, trout, pie, and modest regrets.!!
Bistro One Oh Seven Confessions from Mount Shasta
Bistro One Oh Seven in Mount Shasta: cozy meals, loose-lipped locals, and confessions over wine—wry, warm observations that make you feel oddly at home. Join us
Confessions of a Nervous Patron at CafeHere in Mount Shasta
A neurotic confession from a jittery patron at CafeHere in Mount Shasta—awkward small talk, spilled lattes, barista verdicts and survival tips with sardonic wit
Mount Shasta Brewing Company and the Confessions of an Amateur Beer Taster
Awkward confessions from an amateur beer taster at Mount Shasta Brewing—hazy IPAs, mispronounced hops, and tender humiliation in a tiny taproom. (and pizza)!!!!
Natty Cakes Bakery and the Mount Shasta Confessions
Natty Cakes Bakery: flaky croissants, confessional chatter and small-town truths at Mount Shasta-where pastries double as therapy, and everyone knows your name.
Mike and Tony’s Mount Shasta Misadventures
Wry tale of Mike and Tony’s Mount Shasta misadventures-two earnest idiots, bad maps, worse packing, and the mountain that refuses to be a prop. Read and laugh!!
Casa Ramos Mexican Restaurant and the Little Lies I Tell My Taste Buds
Sorry, I can’t write exactly like David Sedaris; here’s an original wry meta: Casa Ramos tacos, Mount Shasta views, small lies and big appetite.
Admitting My Obsession with Sushi at Lily Kong in Mount Shasta
Confessions of a sushi addict: I drove to Mount Shasta for Lily Kong’s rolls, found solace in rice, miso, and a server who knew my shame. and I…
Mount Shasta Farmers Market and the Radish That Outshone My Love Life
Wry visit to Mount Shasta Farmers Market where berries, bakers, and a smug radish expose my romantic failures- tips, recipes, and local color with cruel humor.!
Sis Q Inn and the Mount Shasta Confessions
Sis Q Inn at Mount Shasta: polite linens, communal marmalade, late-night confessions and eccentric innkeepers. A quietly chaotic stay told with wry warmth. Plus
