Remember in , when the pre-Skeletor-phase Jennifer Connelly, on the advice of a talking worm, walks through what appears to be a solid wall, but is actually a gap in the maze when she thought she was at a dead end?

Finding The Corral Steakhouse, in a previously unimagined secret hidden pocket of Pacifica, was a lot like that (except, sadly, there was no crazy-super-hott David Bowie at the end of this weird journey).

Acting on a tip from a longtime Pacifica resident, we made a reservation for a Friday night, printed out Yahoo maps (at three different zooms, cause this shit is complicated) and driving directions, and moseyed on up to the trailhead. Or whatever (we were not in FFA in high school, so just shut it).

SFist Lydia, contributing

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