John B.
Yelp
Ever watched those movies where the cowboy walks into the saloon, only to have the place fall totally silent once he steps through those swinging doors? That's what this place was like. Truly, one of the strangest interactions, retail or otherwise, I have ever had.
I sought this place because their cheese is stellar! I pulled in, pulled up, straightened my hair in the mirror, walked in to sudden hushed silence as folks rushed to close the doors surrounding the corridor leading to their modest-looking cheese display. My celebratory mood immediately switched to one of startled confusion.
A polite young woman watched my every move and appeared to do her utmost to maintain unflinching eye contact with me as any attempt at conversation I made was met with terse, monosyllabic, polite replies.
Thoroughly creeped and now eager to leave these odd hosts to their solitude, I rushed to the exit and headed to the comfort of my car.
That's when I lost my mind and did the ultimate! I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a pic or two of the lovely landscape! The otherwise reserved young lady rushed out the door behind me and shouted that I mustn't venture into the yards unescorted!!
I looked down at my feet, firmly attached to the pavement of the parking lot, looked back up at the young lady, and in the meekest voice I could conjure told her I'd get out of there, and quickly!
Did I mention that their cheese is fantastic? In the future, buy it from fine grocery stores just like me and the way I plan to from now on! The folks here do not like their business being disturbed by intruders who love their tasty wares.
Point Reyes Cheese Employees, if you are reading this, please accept my apologies for barging in several hours before closing. Please accept the attached photo of your lovely estate as a gesture of peace!