When you live in Southern California, a skip away from the border, sometimes nothing beats a Corona -- light for me, with a spritz of lime.
I recently had my Corona moment at Cafe Habana in Malibu, a lively Cuban-meets-Mexican restaurant that opened last year as the beachside outpost of the New York original.
It's fun to saddle up to this low-lit bar that seems suited for a party town on Mexico's Baja Peninsula (Cabo, that's you). It has an energetic, low-key vibe where shorts and flips flops on Saturday night mean you'll fit right in. You may see a celebrity, but this isn't a place to make much ado.
We kept it simple with tortilla chips, salsa & fresh, delicious guacamole. Throw in my Corona Light, and it was a perfect summer evening.
Simple things really are the best.