Just after we met with our accountant last week, we felt we needed some comfort.
No, not because we'd gotten bad news. It was looking pretty good, actually, given all the real estate transactions and deferred capital gains we had recently gone through.
But it's stressful, and I don't need to tell you that.
So on the way home from the CPA, we pulled over in Sausalito for a glass of wine. Which, of course, turned into lunch.
I've been to Poggio on a couple of previous occasions. I liked it every time. But I don't know why it hasn't been one of my regular restaurants. It's good, but is it destination-good?
Well, I can tell you this: The chef (Chris Fernandez) grows greens on the rooftop of the restaurant. So, in my book, this is destination-good. But I think it's even better than that.
I've lived in Marin County for about 15 years, and it has taken a lo-o-ong time for this supposedly sophisticated place to get some sophisticated restaurants.
While I lived in Mill Valley, I haunted a wonderful, insider-y, no-great-expectations place. Friends. Reliable food. Good scene.
Anyway. For whatever reason, I didn't make it back to Poggio often. And it turned out that I was glad to have returned last week.
I enjoyed a simple dish of emerald-green asparagus topped with bread-crumb sauteed eggs. Pure, heathen, innocent. (And sexy.) How many restaurants dare to offer a totally simple, completely naive (yet sexy) selection like that?
Cranky had a chicken-under-a-brick with stellar vegetables (secret's out: he liked the vegetables best!).
This is not a restaurant review. This is just me, Cookiecrumb, boring you with one of my most recent, bestest, meals.
The picture is boldly swiped from Poggio's website; go visit — there are more!