Most people only drive through this village on the way to somewhere else. One evening a year it proves, fairly conclusively, that it was the destination the whole time.
It is capped at a thousand tickets, and that cap is the entire design. The restaurants do not get overwhelmed, so the chefs are actually standing there, and the portions are not apologetic. You are not elbowing five thousand people for a sample cup — you are having a short conversation with the person who cooked the thing you are eating.
Your ticket comes with a passport, a monogrammed reusable spork, and a sip cup if you took the drink package. You walk at your own pace over about three hours on an autumn Thursday evening, stopping wherever the line is shortest or the smell is strongest.
Carlsbad Village after dark, when the shops close and the kitchens light up, is the part nobody posts about. Go find out why.