If marriages were between people and restaurants, I would be wildly pursuing Ubuntu. Ubuntu is not only ultra cool, but good for me too.
As a person Ubuntu would be a soft-spoken intellectual whose uniform was jeans and a black t-shirt...and a beanie in the winter. He'd be one of those few dudes in yoga class who is also interested in cooking, whose hair shags below his ears. Read: a caricature of a Northern California dude.
The Last Supper of my divine 48-hour Napa Valley trip was appropriately at Ubuntu.
I was last here 15 months ago, right before the chef changed. I thought it was awesome. (Click here for the review.) The place continues to be otherworldly. Ubuntu chefs are masters of combining flavors and making their productions look like artists' canvases.
| Slow roasted chioggia beets (yes, those fleshy tuna colored chunks) |
As faint silhouettes of yoginis darted around in the yoga studio above (visible from the restaurant), I enjoyed beets that looked like sashimi, opaque paperthin leaves, and broccoli, which was unsuspectingly bursting with flavor.
| "Warm foccacia with truffled pecorino from Florence and apricot/almond agrodolce" |
While the beets were gorgeous and tasty, the foccacia, delicately tangy and sweet, was extraordinary. We ordered it with the optional poached egg. I could talk about this dish for a while, except I would keep repeating the same adjectives: incredible, amazing, delicious...
Ubuntu also sells t-shirts and garb, which I would never wear. But how I look forward to another date with the restaurant.
Ubuntu also sells t-shirts and garb, which I would never wear. But how I look forward to another date with the restaurant.
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