Aye, matey. Cap'n Cranky and I visited the overflowing treasure chest that is Tyler Florence Mill Valley t'day.
A virtual galleon stuffed with the loot and booty from many lands. Especially the land of Tyler Florence. Selling his own line of Mikasa china. Ahoy!
Shiny trinkets. Avast! Expensive toasters. Off the plank with ye! Stacks of quaint (and jarringly practical) Kerr canning jars, but no pressure canners for sale. Keelhaul the lot!
A quiet, dim room of books, but none by authors (men authors) prettier than Tyler. Yoo hoo, sailor!
And a wall of inexplicable condiments.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of balsamic!
Scurvy rapscallion. Not goin' back.