Morro tea, vicar.

If the signs are to be believed, forgetting to tip is a capital offence. As we're in California, failing to leave a nickel after a fry-up could end up in a very different, much more painful type of fry-up. Flex and eggs, anyone? Moreover, never knowing whether you've left a big enough tip can cause a very tentative getaway, ears peeled for the volley of abuse from an outraged waiter. My advice, leave the bike in a low gear. The people at the Bayside Cafe in Morro Bay will place you in a quandary from which there appears no escape. You will order a tea and drink it while inspecting the local wildlife and watching the kayakers crash into the rocks. Then you'll go in to pay. Their kindness will stretch to taking pity on idiot Englishmen and they will say,"That's OK it's on the house." You will pause and the inner workings of your head will start making clunking noises, while you try to work out how much to tip. You will give up eventually and say,"Well how much should I tip you?" The good people at the Bayside Cafe will then say,"That's OK, its on the house."

Three cheers for the Bayside Cafe in Morro Bay,"Hip Hip!" "Hip Hip!" "Hip Hip!"