A long table on a grassy promontory, white linen stretching toward land’s end. Once seated, turn your head and take in the view – a sea of fog, or maybe a sea of whitecapped waves. It depends on the day. If the fog appears it’s generally down below and gives the surrounding hills the appearance of being islands dotted amongst the clouds. But most days, at some point the fog slowly clears. The veil obscuring the Pacific Ocean and a boundless horizon is lifted, and we behold the wonder that is Big Sur. However the weather unfolds, we promise it will be magical.