A Lyrical Homage to our Wild Corner of Northern CA

This lovely piece in Condé Nast Traveler muses on the quirks and perks of living in our idiosyncratic region, and includes a sweet reflection on The Pig:

The restaurant, run by Janelle Weaver, who cooks, and her partner in work and life, Daniel Townsend, occupies a converted Craftsman-style home surrounded by rows of cacti, with a Tesla charger in the parking lot. We crashed an alfresco gathering of Weaver and Townsend’s friends and neighbors and restaurant suppliers, and were invited to stay for what turned into a long and lazy six-course lunch with wine pairings. Everyone we met that day had chosen the Anderson Valley not for its convenience—you might have to drive 45 minutes to buy groceries—but because they wanted to be there. I began to understand why as I ate one of the best meals of my life: shaved matsutake and yuzu persimmon salad, baby artichoke soup with fermented mushrooms, pork belly with lemongrass and turnips, pecan shortbread that was almost savory.