Palmy’s drinks menu says its smoothie list was built for the walk back from the beach, and we can confirm that’s exactly when a smoothie hits hardest. You’re salty, a little sun-tired and very thirsty, and suddenly a cold, thick smoothie is the only thing in the world that matters. There are three smoothies on...
Lunch is a funny meal. Some days you want something fresh and light that won't send you to sleep at your desk. Other days, especially after a morning in the water, only something big and satisfying will do. At Palmy's, the lunch menu starts at 11am and runs until close, and it's built to cover both moods and everything in between.
October in Pacific Beach is a strange and lovely month. The mornings arrive with a chill that has locals digging out the hoodie they haven't touched since spring, and the first coffee of the day suddenly feels a lot more important. Then, by lunchtime, the sun is out and it's patio weather all over again.
Pacific Beach runs on açaí bowls. They're practically the official meal of anyone who's just come out of the water, and you'll see them on tables all over the neighbourhood. Palmy's does three cold bowls, and while they might look similar from across the patio, each one has a very different personality.
Matcha drinkers tend to fall into two camps. The purists want to taste the tea itself, grassy and smooth and nothing more. The adventurers see matcha as a starting point and want to know what else can go in the glass. Palmy's matcha menu has room for both, and it's one of the more inventive lineups you'll find in Pacific Beach.
Every café menu seems to assume you already know the difference between a cortado and a flat white. Most of us nod along, panic slightly, and then order a latte anyway. There's no judgment here, honestly. But if you've ever wondered what you're missing, this is your cheat sheet for Palmy's espresso bar.
In San Diego, "where's a good burrito?" is a question that starts arguments. We're not here to settle it. We are here to point out that Palmy's has three burritos on the board, and between them they cover pretty much every hour the kitchen is open.
You've probably walked past it. The craftsman bungalow on Felspar with the pennant over the patio, a dog asleep under one table, a laptop open at another, and someone in a still-damp rash vest ordering a flat white like it's the most natural thing in the world.