Leilani Marie Labong
You've probably experienced this strange phenomenon: The second you’ve left the Bay Area’s boundaries, delectable eating becomes harder to come by, and exponentially so the farther away you venture.
When you grow up in a modernist Pac Heights loft that was once a Toyota garage, raised by parents who are bona fide creative forces—dad David Walker is an award-winning landscape architect; mom Sandra Enterline is an acclaimed jewelry designer—at some point you’re bound to reflect upon your life less ordinary.
Founder, Laura Arrillaga-Andreesen Foundation / age 44
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As much as I dream about eating McDonald’s french fries or Taco Bell bean burritos, I am just as often waylaid with guilt for doing so. My metabolism ain’t what it used to be, after all. Not one to prescribe to fad diets (everyone I know on Atkins has really bad breath), I’ve taken a more wholesome approach to eating, one that’s quintessentially of-the-region.
In the summer of ’69, while the average red-blooded American male not soldiering in Vietnam was, as popular music tells us, playing a five-and-dime six-string and wooing a girl standing on her mama’s porch, Lee Brooks was experiencing his first LSD flashes.
For a teetotaler such as myself, traversing the winery circuit in Sonoma leaves much to be desired. Luckily, other equally tantalizing delights await discovery. For a beautiful 36 hours, test drive this anti-tasting room itinerary.
Granite peaks streaked with hiking trails. Swimming holes big and small. Crisp mountain air. Sunshine in spades. A short summer sojourn to Lake Tahoe is practically a ritual for Bay Area residents.
It's hard enough, wouldn't you agree, for a restaurant to make dinner in a fully equipped kitchen, never mind one that's been stripped of its range and hood due to pesky city zoning ordinances.
I had planned to dedicate my recent Wine Country weekend to a restoration of body and soul, which in my case means eating sensibly, reviving my dusty meditation practice, and partaking of semi-punishing fitness pursuits. I consider all three components the apex of virtue, and, for a mere mortal such as myself, the height of torture.
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