There’s a new menu. You know how we do.
Sharpen your tastebuds for four different wines from the entirety of Italy. More or less. And then there’s a Central Coast tasting right behind it.
Can you guess which wine you’re dating?
Thanks, Italian immigrants, for planting California with wine grapes.
Just pretend with us. Pretend everything is twenty-five degrees cooler.
Everyone’s a winner. Except for me, and the cotton candy machine.
Nearly the last request menu of the summer. Come check it out.
There’s a lot going on today at Feast, so if you’re bored and feeling Latinate, you should call and make a reservation.
Sorry, it’s figurative. But man, what I wouldn’t give for literal snow on the roof right now.
It might still be summer, but this morning, we can be grateful that it doesn’t feel like it.