The Hitching Post – Casmalia
The Hitching Post got a bum deal.
People who’ve grown up in nearby cities hear of it and go, “Casmalia….the DUMP?!”
People who’ve grown up in the era of Sideways hear of it and go, “I thought it was in Buellton.”
The Hitching Post just can’t win. But those who bite their tongue when they’re about to screech, “the DUMP!?” (that’s me) and forge on to this location do win.
Nothing fancy and hoity toity, no cloying bbq sauce on their ribs – just delicious slabs of meat.
Casmalia itself still has that ghost town look, but inside the Hitching Post is dark, lively and inviting. Watch the guys searing away at the grill while you nibble on your platter of vegetables or your little cup of shrimp cocktail. Eat your steak. Feel smug that you’ve transcended the first tier of chowhounds diverted over to the HP2.
And you really can’t smell the dump at all!
The Hitching Post