Good afternoon. Happy Friday. Happy long weekend.
Wine country sounds nice.
Perhaps a road trip through western Sonoma with a stop for fish tacos and oysters.
What a fine time to welcome Handline to this conversation. It’s an elevated new roadside eatery from the Peter Lowell’s team, and it’s open now in Sebastopol. Here’s the slideshow.
This modern roadhouse housed in a former Foster’s Freeze is more or less begging to be a stop on your way to or from a day in Guerneville or wine tasting around the Dry Creek Valley. You’ll likely find yourself lingering in the bright, cheery space complete with ocean-blue walls, weathered wood and colorful fish behind the bar.
You’ll also likely be compelled to stick around longer and peruse this menu, which reads like a greatest hits of California-everything. Tacos. LA-style fast-food burgers. Local oysters on the half shell, which you can eat raw or grilled.
You’ll start with those at a picnic table out front, or perhaps at the cozy six-seat bar, should the coastal fog stick around. An AleSmith IPA or a local Sebastopol cider on tap will happen. Lively conversations will happen. Looking at your watch won’t happen.
Wine country’s not going anywhere.
Wine country sounds nice.
Perhaps a road trip through western Sonoma with a stop for fish tacos and oysters.
What a fine time to welcome Handline to this conversation. It’s an elevated new roadside eatery from the Peter Lowell’s team, and it’s open now in Sebastopol. Here’s the slideshow.
This modern roadhouse housed in a former Foster’s Freeze is more or less begging to be a stop on your way to or from a day in Guerneville or wine tasting around the Dry Creek Valley. You’ll likely find yourself lingering in the bright, cheery space complete with ocean-blue walls, weathered wood and colorful fish behind the bar.
You’ll also likely be compelled to stick around longer and peruse this menu, which reads like a greatest hits of California-everything. Tacos. LA-style fast-food burgers. Local oysters on the half shell, which you can eat raw or grilled.
You’ll start with those at a picnic table out front, or perhaps at the cozy six-seat bar, should the coastal fog stick around. An AleSmith IPA or a local Sebastopol cider on tap will happen. Lively conversations will happen. Looking at your watch won’t happen.
Wine country’s not going anywhere.
