I ducked out of work for a slice of pizza last Thursday and remembered what a good summer day is like around here. It all just kind of hit at once. Somewhere between the hubbub of really fun waves, story deadlines, prepping for a weekend full of events, a bunch of pro surfers coming through town, watching my nephews legitimately catching the surf bug, and the ongoing conversation with everyone I know about the water temperature, I had a chance to run into Speakeasy Pizza.

Locals make a point of patronizing the places that stay open year ’round and slog it out through the tough months.