Sunday we went to see the Globe Theater perform Much Ado About Nothing over in the next county. It was a two o'clock matinee, and lunch before was preferable to dinner after — but, damn, it's Sunday; this is the Napa Valley; every place we were interested in was already booked, and what was left was serving brunch, a meal I never really enjoy.
Oh well. We had Bloody Marys to start, and then eggs: Benedict for the Contessa, corned beef hash and for me. I have to say the food could have been worse: but oh dear was it expensive!
• Meadowood Grill, 900 Meadowood Lane, Saint Helena, California; 707-531-4788
TODAY WE LUNCHED with our new octogenarian and her Brazilian exchange-student "daughter" from a few decades past, visiting with her daughter from Rio; and we returned for the occasion to another tourist destination hereabouts — one I thought I'd not return to when I last wrote about it. Like much of the Napa Valley, Francis Ford Coppola's obsessively manicured and somewhat self-conscious winery-restaurant-museum makes me uneasy; I feel out of my element and somewhat oppressed by unabashed display of wealth.
But I ordered better this time, choosing a simple pizza named for the director's daughter, the Sofia: simply prosciutto, parmesan shavings, and arugula. Not bad at all, and not expensive, either. That's it you see in the upper right corner of the photo, as I finished it this evening for dinner, along with a slice of my companion's mushroom-and-sausage pizza, some Middleton Ranch lima beans, and sliced tomato.
I've been remiss in not mentioning an occasional dessert we've been enjoying these last few weeks: strawberries from Preston of Dry Creek, simply sliced and sprinkled with a bit of sugar. I used not to like strawberries very much, but the Healdsburg Farm Market has changed my mind over the years…
☛Restaurants visited in 2015 are listed at Eatingday's Restaurants
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