Yum! Yum! Yum!

The appearance of their poster notwithstanding,
Wild Flour Bread is not a new Cirque du Soleil show.



It is, in fact, the best bakery I've ever been to.



Despite being in the middle of nowhere, there's a line out the door to buy these loaves that are aren't just something to serve with dinner, they're meals unto themselves.

Three Tastes That Taste Great Together

I asked the small-town Sonoma, resort staff where I could go out for some night life. Without the slightest hint of irony they suggested I go to the local "Gay Leather/Disco/Sushi Bar".

Perfect! Leather, Disco and Sushi ... the most natural combination in the world.

I found the disco, no problem.



Alas, leather was in short supply.

And I was warned by the locals to avoid the sushi.



Good advice.

I chatted with the friendly locals.

"Wow, California's a big change from New York."

"Not really, old Jews and old hippies are equally annoying, just for different reasons."

"Great crowd here tonight, right?"

"No. They're mostly unfuckable."

"Wow. You're really sardonic."

"Oh. Sorry. Do you want me to tone it down? I'm not sure I know how."

This conversation made me realize two things about New York that I take for granted.

First, I'd forgotten how much more fit and attractive New Yorkers are than most Americans outside major cities.

And second, while my sense of humor is a bit more condescending than the general background level of sarcasm in New York, in the rest of the country it's pretty shocking.

Oh well. Please refer to the title of this blog. Thank you.

You know you've arrived at the gay winery ...

... when you can hear the ABBA emanating from the tasting room before
you even get out your car.

Wine Country ... Beyond Quaint