The one, the only . . .
And only once in my lifetime. Unless someone else is treating, in which case let me say right now: I'm available.
Hungry and excited . . .
Fat and happy . . .
Drunk and expounding . . .
The next morning we walked off the food and drink with a mushroom foraging trip in Angwin, above St. Helena.
Even Tom eventually got in on it. Since it involved poking things with sticks and all.
Matt and an amanita
The russelas were out in force
What is this monster?
From the sublime to the ridiculous. We finished the weekend at Pizzeria Tra Vigne. How did we manage to eat again?