So let me tell you about the meal.
rdeck had roasted portabello mushrooms in roasted garlic gravy. with a side of mashed potatoes. I had the pork chop, with roasted apples and onions and gouda rosti potatoes.
We both cleaned our plates.
rdeck was left shaking his head an muttering, "I GOTTA figure out how to do mushrooms like that." My porkchop kind of parted at the touch of a knife with no pressure exerted at all - and those potatoes were melt-in-the-mouth heaven.
Then we had the candy cap mushroom creme brulee for dessert.
We ordered one to share. In retrospect that was probably a mistake. We practically FOUGHT over it.
If it had been eaten by forks instead of spoons there might have been a nasty accident to report. As it was all I can tell you that we cleaned out the creme brulee pot. And I mean *cleaned*. This stuff is to die for.
I had a glass of Gewurtztraminer grape wine juice - not wine, JUICE - from this place, which, if you have the chance to get, you should grab with both hands because it was ambrosia. I regretted not ordering a bottle of the stuff and drinking it all down.
Then we walked home, in sea-mist, and the air smelled cool and briny and full of the promise of the sea. Streetlights looked adrift, haloed, casting odd soft shadows with no real substance onto the ground.
This place... is magic.
And tomorrow we go on to see the granddaddy redwoods, up in the Avenue of the Giants. It just get better...
Off to read a little in our magnificent brass bed, and then it's sleep-time. TOmorrow, another day awaits.