Review: Taking the bait at Gladstone's Malibu

DRESSED IN shorts or pretty little sundresses, late breakfasters parade out of Gladstone's at noontime, carrying wonderful, whimsical, shiny gold packages -- a whale with an upswept tail, a bunny that could stop Jeff Koons in his tracks. Hungry diners stroll in for lunch, past the tables overlooking the beach, past the outdoor bar. In they go, and out they come, fantastical creatures held aloft -- hour after hour, as the sun sets over Point Dume in the distance, and late into the evening as the moon climbs high.

By Leslie Brenner

July 9, 2008