I’m currently sitting in the auto glass repair shop, waiting on my new window after Friday’s fiasco. Nothing says happy Monday like a brand new car window, right?!
On another note, however, last night Almanzo and I had a lovely dinner at Osteria Stellina, down in Point Reyes Station. I picked this restaurant for our weekly date night because I had been once before and it totally blew my mind with its housemade pasta, organic ingredients and local wine on tap.
I also just love the little funky town of Point Reyes Station and the earthy hip vibe of this neighborhood trattoria.
We didn’t have reservations until eight and that actually worked out to our advantage because due to my expert navigational skills (read: nonexistant), we took the, errrr, scenic route to the restaurant.
And by scenic route, I mean we apparently went fourteen miles out of the way. But hey, at least we caught a great sunset!
It was all part of my navigational strategy, I assure you.
Anyways—we finally got to the restaurant an hour and a half later and decompressed with some local ricotta cheese, honey and almonds on grilled bread.
I dream about this appetizer. Dream about it!
For my entree, I chose the black cod. I researched this very thoroughly on Yelp earlier in the day and it seemed to be the way to go.
It was delicious but very, very, very (did I stress very) rich. I guess black cod isn’t nicknamed butterfish for nothin and I wasn’t exactly feeling so hot on the long windy drive home. Actually, I felt rather like this butterfish looked. Perhaps they should call it bloatfish? Just my humble opinion.
Almanzo ordered goat…he’s adventurous like that.
I had a very interesting experience with goat burgers while in Jamaica in 2006. It’s a long story.
Dessert was a plum and apple crisp with brown sugar cream. It was good, but not the best I’ve ever had.
Don’t worry, I still took it out.
Yep, I still feel rather like a bloatfish this morning. Excuse me while I go wallow in my elastic waist pants.