There were many great dining experiences while we were wandering around Sonoma. But there was one that truly stuck out – a hidden gem of a place, off the main streets and mentioned only in passing here and there. “It’s the kind of restaurant that shouldn’t work,” said one article. The chef changes the menu regularly according to what’s available and what he feels like serving. He melds together things off the mainstream palate, or things we wish we had thought of, or things we had thought of but only dared to consume in the privacy of our own homes, shrouded by guilt. The restaurant I speak of is Saint Rose in Sebastapol. And I’d have them move to Pasadena tomorrow if I thought we could handle the truth.
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