Chez Panisse Robbed Me of My Dreams

This was the saddest thing. I’ve wanted to go to Chez Panisse since I was small (well, since I was 14) and reading about it in my friend Judy’s Gourmet magazines as she served us Camembert on toast. Recently, I finally had the opportunity (the money, the reservation, the chance to be in San Francisco…) to go there. This was the sad result.

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