Some restaurants you go to for the food. Some you go to for the view. Carbon Beach Club Malibu, the little restaurant tucked inside the Malibu Beach Inn, is one of the rare ones where you go for the feeling — the feeling that you’ve somehow left your regular life behind and landed in the middle of a mini vacation, even though you’re only a drive down PCH from home. We came here two weeks ago, on July 3rd, to pre-celebrate my husband Brad’s birthday (his actual birthday is the 4th). Since we both happened to have that Friday off…
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