Mendocino in the Rain.
Old Whaler Ghosts, peeking from the drain.
What is the fish special?
The Redwoods so tall. And I fall for nature.
Oh, I do indeed fall.
It's not made with cream, is it? And sorry. All you say, in your apron, is sorry.
The Muds of Calistoga. To float.
Cucumbers on puffy eyelids. Makes me think of nuns deep knee-bending.
What is a Daikon radish? Does it sting the tongue?
This is the best meal I've ever had.
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Where was the meal? I need to know, WHERE WAS THE MEAL?
The poem refers to three meals in three different places...
Which of the three restaurants was the best meal you ever had?
All Seasons Bistro...Calistoga
(Poetic license, however)
Thanks. The Jews need the food facts - no metaphors for us.
Glad you had a good trip!
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