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San Diego Uptown News | Nov. 25–Dec. 8, 2011


Mom’s famous apple pies. (Photo by Jarett Boskovich) FROM PAGE 26


cheerful manner. Specialty shops lined the streets as I made my way down Main Street. With snow from the night before glistening on the sidewalks I couldn’t help but give in to the joy of the season. Walking along the town center I enjoyed the Western architecture —the saloon type restaurants, wood beams and shingled roofi ng.

Just outside the Julian Cider Mill, I saw a crowd of people huddling around a table, hot apple cider for $1.50, so I made way. I overheard a woman in front ask, “Excuse me, what’s in the cider?” I laughed as the woman selling it proudly replied “apples.” With cider in hand, I walked, looking through the windows of the antique shops and charming boutiques. I decided to follow the crowd into The Warm Hearth and the heat from the wood-burning furnace was a nice welcome into the shop. As I made my way through the aisles I noticed those around me gathering holiday crafts and talking amongst themselves about whom they would be for. Af- ter gathering ideas for the holidays I was ready to move on. The temperature continued to

drop, and thoughts of a warm fi re and a book led me to my next stop, the Julian Book House. I spent my time walking from room to room thumbing through the wall-to-wall collection of used books until I found myself amongst the literary classics and vintage National Geographics. Its quaint home front design made for a charming set- ting and as I exited the shop others were gathered around the patio sitting about reading their books. Hunger had set in and the smell of burning mesquite across the street led me straight to Bailey BBQ Pit. A hot meal and a cold beer was just what I needed to sat- isfy my country appetite. I took a

seat at one of the picnic-style tables and was ready to eat. I ordered a meal fi t for a forty-niner, a hearty beef brisket entrée with a side of crunchy beer battered onion rings and a cold Blue Paddle Pilsner. After enjoying the fl avorful feast, I was ready to continue on. Just outside the restaurant a horse and carriage awaited those wishing to tour the town in classic pioneer form. The black Percheron stood strong and as a family loaded the carriage I once again thought of simpler days, days without mod- ern day transport, where horses lined the streets. Dusk was approaching and the wind was growing in strength. I was almost ready to go, with one fi nal stop to make – the Julian Pie Company. With minutes until

closing I ordered the last Apple Crumble Pie of the evening. As I waited, I could smell the fresh dough baking in the oven and a hint of cinnamon on the freshly cut apples. While tough to resist, I decided to save the pie for when I arrived home to San Diego. I was looking forward to sharing it with my family, as they were the ones who recommended the Pie Com- pany. My day was complete. A spectacular sunset over the

hills offered a perfect ending to the day. As I walked in awe back to my car I couldn’t help but purchase one last apple cider for the ride home. What a movie script ending it was and as I drove off into the sunset, along the snow capped mountains I said my goodbyes, knowing I would soon return.u

Julian city signs. (Photo by Jarett Boskovich)

Hot cider. (Photo by Jarett Boskovich)

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