Yay, flu shots. All taken care of.
We rewarded ourselves with a meal on the deck of one of San Rafael's beloved, salt-cured joints on the "harbor." We really only went because the weather was nice. We had not been following closely the fact that the restaurant had yet again changed ownership. It used to be called somebody-or-other's Pier 15 (forgot the name), and then it became Art's Pier 15. The second to most recent owner decided to go for just Pier 15, and that's what the current owners are calling the place.
I wouldn't bother you with all this history, but the fact is, Pier 15 just got acquired by a bit of history. The new owners have deep roots in the local Italian restaurant scene, especially San Francisco's North Beach scene.
The current chef learned to cook at his parents' restaurant, Mama's. So he's good with breakfasts.
He makes his own hollandaise sauce; says so right on the menu — which confirms my belief that the previous kitchens all used canned glop. He knows where to procure a simply amazing Canadian bacon that's so rich with smoke... is food in Canada this good?
And so, yeah, that adds up to a darn good plate of Eggs Benedict.
Only in this case, I think it would be an honor to call it Eggs Dante Benedetti.