Spurs 'N' Spuds; Grab Some Ribs and Cozy Up to the Fire at the Running Iron.

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I took advantage of Donnie's feast on the wings, enjoying my glass of wine and talking up a storm about whatever I didn't want his input on, save for the occasional uh-huh and huh-uh between bites. I just love those kinds of conversations.

By the time silver touched beef, the meat was off the bone. The knife, as it turns out, was just for decoration. A hint of sweet in the smoke and wood barbecue sauce was so familiarly inviting, it was as if I'd flame-broiled it in my own backyard. I couldn't have come close to finishing that feast if it had been my weekend's only meal.

It was Donnie's turn to talk, and he did so for a good while, with a Niners game playing in the background. I nodded and did my uh-huhs, sitting a little closer now and savoring the warmth of the family dining room and charming rusticity. It's not the kind of place that's easy to leave. Instead, the experience made me feel more like hanging out on a faux bear rug in front of a fireplace, right there in that room with a cup of coffee.

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Spurs 'N' Spuds; Grab Some Ribs and Cozy Up to the Fire at the Running Iron.

I'm pretty sure that the J-Gate shifter in my car was created with Laureles Grade in mind. The direction of the drive makes a difference-reason enough to head over the mountain from Highway 68 onto Carmel Valley Road for dinner. The Running Iron, in Ca...

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