Steampunk Salutations!
Bravi to Ty Jones and Spring Maxfield for creating such a fabulous event, the Handcar Regatta, on Sunday, Sept. 28, in Depot Park. What a hoot!
It’s the first time in my 15 years here in Santa Rosa that I’ve experienced a public celebration this original, accessible and appealing to a cross-section of Santa Rosans. We could use more of the unpolished, spontaneous and participatory aesthetic of the Regatta. The blend of art and craft, history and science, fantasy, street theater and Victorian kitsch is a tangy antidote for the plethora of expensive, overscripted wine country public events.
And, in light of peak oil and climate change, what a playful way to insinuate the necessity of reviving rail travel, cycling and post- (and pre -) petroleum technology and DIY craft into mainstream culture and consciousness.
I hope the Regatta returns next year.
 b>Janet Barocco
Santa Rosa
Listings of Meals Past
I enjoy your Dining Guide but take issue with the descriptions of “organic” restaurants. For example, in the listing for Papas and Pollo restaurant that has run for years, the reviewer states that “it’s all organic.” I went there and asked if the tortilla chips were organic, since I was particularly concerned about GMOs. I was told that they were not. So I asked “Just what is organic in the burrito that I’m ordering?” The answer was “only the salad greens.” I would encourage your reviewers to take organics more seriously—as do the writers for the North Bay Natural Pages—ask about percentage of organics and use statements like “some organic ingredients” instead of “it’s all organic” when appropriate. For a restaurant that uses organics only for its salad greens, I wouldn’t expect any mention of organics at all in the review. There are restaurants like Peter Lowell’s and Cafe Gratitude that use organics for a majority of their ingredients, and I believe that many would be interested in this kind of information.
Christina Manansala
Guerneville
Down to the Lawyers Now
Reading your article on the Drakes Bay Family Farms oyster farm in the Pt. Reyes National Seashore (“Shell Games,” Sept. 17), it is clear to me that the Lunnys run an environmentally sound business that improved greatly upon the former owners, does little if any damage to the environment and helps the area and its people through locally produced food and jobs. But NPS employees and others are justified in being concerned that by allowing the business to operate past its lease they could allow other less responsible business people to demand equal treatment under the context of legal precedent, and thereby permit continued damage to public lands all over the United States. If you will indulge me, the NPS wants Lunny to admit he took a chance and “take one for the team.” I hope the lawyers can work out an agreement that respects the benign impact of the farm without implying a harmful precedent.
Robert Fox Gaynor
Santa Rosa
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Dept. of Extra Info
Fall Lit usually presents with the clever glowing wit of your responses to our annual Java Jive writing contest. For the first time in some 14 years, this Fall Lit issue is Jive-free, but that doesn’t mean that the Jive has left the building. It’s just been pushed forward.
We who love and adore our twice-yearly lit issues have been frustrated because printing all of your clever glowing wit takes over Fall Lit and precludes us giving adequate notice of MTC’s innovative staged reading series, the digital Bard, radical Jack, the last word on shamanism and other such delights as are included in this steaming hot copy held preciously by you this instant. Therefore, we plan to publish your clever glowing Jive wit in our Thanksgiving issue, Nov. 26, and will announce this year’s breathless contest next week. We know the deadline will be Nov. 12; we just don’t quite know what tomfoolery we’re up to yet this year.
In other Lit news, please join us in welcoming novelist Bart Schneider to a regular rotation in the Bohemian. A founder of the nationally acclaimed Hungry Mind Review, Bart launches Lit Life this week, a biweekly column devoted to writers and writing. We’re honored that Bart is willing to suffer the insulting pay and irritations of deadline in helping us to better serve community.
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More Pleased than Punch
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The Other ‘Salesman’
“It’s been intense,” says director-actor-educator W. Allen Taylor following a busy week preparing Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman for last weekend’s opening at the College of Marin in Kentfield. “It’s a long play and a difficult play,” he acknowledges, “but it’s a great play. These last few weeks have been quite a ride, but a good ride.”
Taylor says he had no idea, when they added Miller’s play to the current schedule, that anyone else in the area was doing the same show, let alone opening it on the same day, as Santa Rosa’s Sixth Street Playhouse did last weekend (see review, p34); Antioch’s Hapgood Theatre Company, in the South Bay, is the third production to open in the Bay Area last weekend, to which Taylor responds, “I love it! It’s the theater gods at work. There’s clearly something in the Zeitgeist that makes this play appropriate right now. And the economic news of the last few days makes it all the more timely. There is definitely something in the air, a sense of looming instability, not just in the economy, but our very direction as a society.”
According to Taylor, whose directorial efforts have established him as one of Marin County’s most interesting directors to watch, Miller’s tale of Willy Loman, a hard-working American at the end of his rope, has never been more timely.
“With economic issues on the front burner for America,” he says, “it’s easy for us to identify with a Willy Loman, someone fighting to get some attention for all the work they’ve done. Death of a Salesman is about the pitfalls of the American dream, about how easy it is to become a casualty of that dream. A lot of people are having to face that very thing right now.” These issues are reflected in Taylor’s production, from the pacing of the action to the design of the set by Ron Krempetz, inspired by the moral and spiritual precipice Miller’s characters find themselves teetering on.
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“We’ve tried to use Willy Loman’s house a s a metaphor,” says Taylor, “to give it even more meaning.” Featuring Bill Clemente and Stephanie Alberg as Willy Loman and his long-suffering wife, Linda, College of Marin’s Death of a Salesman runs through Oct. 19. Friday&–Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2pm. Fine Arts Theatre, COM campus, 835 College Ave., Kentfield. $10&–$15. 415.485.9385.
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Measure for Measure
Scott Beattie was already considered to be at the top of his game when Douglas Keane and Nick Peyton lured the young bartender away from St. Helena’s Martini House. Keane and Peyton were in the final stages of planning their destination restaurant, one that included Keane’s dream kitchen and Peyton’s dream service team. The bar remained unmanned, and so the two invited Beattie to come on up to Healdsburg.
The restaurant, of course, is Cyrus, the award-winning house that recently rated only a half-star lower than Thomas Keller’s French Laundry in the newest Zagat guide. Beattie, who had spent the first two years of his career behind the bar mastering such old-school tricks as floating a slick of Chambord at the bottom of a glass, had recently had his palate and his mindset shaken up by something as mild as a beverage. As he relates in his new book, Artisanal Cocktails (Ten Speed Press; $24.95), he was seated at San Francisco’s Absinthe Brasserie when he ordered an old-fashioned cocktail called a Ginger Rogers. But instead of commercial liquids mixed with liquor, bartender Marco Dionysos stirred up a concoction using homemade ginger syrup, fresh herbs and other marvels of artisanal craftsmanship. Beattie was astonished.
Upon landing at Cyrus, he continued his own explorations with cocktails blended exclusively of fresh, homemade ingredients and the highest quality local liquors. No ghastly chartreuse margarita blends or lumpy gray mudslide concoctions would, after all, work at a restaurant as spectacular as Cyrus. Thing was, his cocktails were good—but they weren’t great.
“Nick and Doug never sat me down and told me to step up my game,” Beattie says during a recent phone interview. “But I didn’t really get it until I was seeing the food coming out of the kitchen and the service set up and how people were reacting to it all.
“What I was doing was fine,” he says, “but it wasn’t what they were doing.”
When Beattie set about to bring his side of the operation up to snuff, he started outside. “When I moved up here, I didn’t really understand what this area was really all about,” he says. “I was only coming from San Francisco and I’d lived in Napa, but I didn’t understand the extent to which the area in which we live produces all these foods until I stared going to the farmers market.”
Beattie befriended area growers and began making such as Healdsburg’s Love Farms a regular daily stop. He learned the earth’s cycles and came to anticipate variables as wide as next season’s promise and tomorrow’s harvest. He learned about edible flowers and the properties of various herbs. And, most surprising to him, he came to fully understand how to use citrus.
“That became really exciting, because it was really fun,” he enthuses. “All of a sudden I’m driving all over trying to find the sole Key lime tree in the middle of the Dry Creek Valley or I’m trying to find the Meyer lemon that someone told me about, and all of it is organic and all of it is local and it tastes so much better than anything else.”
As detailed in the 50 recipes collected in Artisanal Cocktails, the results were dramatic. With the help of a forgiving kitchen staff, Beattie learned how to make his own syrups, how to infuse essential oils, how to use foam—the popular deconstructionist kitchen trope of the moment—to enhance presentation, how to candy and dry fruit for garnish, how to properly cut herbs to best release their perfume. He learned, in fact, the craft of making cocktails, one that Beattie and other master “mixologists,” including famed “king of cocktails” Dale DeGroff, are eager to teach a public whose palate has been wearied by decades of oversweetened mixers and cheap blended liquors.
“There was a period before Prohibition when making drinks was a craft,” Beattie emphasizes. “You only used quality ingredients, you dressed for the role and it was a job that took years to learn how to do correctly; you had to apprentice. When Prohibition kicked in, people were more concerned with getting something that worked,” he chuckles, alluding to alcohol’s spirited effects. “The American market was flooded with cheap Canadian blended rye. Domestic producers couldn’t make anything better than moonshine—they couldn’t age it, couldn’t keep it in casks—and that changed American tastes for a long time. Once Prohibition was over, people had gotten used to drinking whiskey that tasted like cheap blended Canadian rye. With the exception of a few tiki bars after WW II, cocktail culture didn’t come back.”
But back it is, as more bartenders are willing to immerse themselves in every detail of a drink’s structure in order to produce a product superior enough to be an event all in itself. And indeed, the devil is in such details. Take ice. Please. Artisanal Cocktails is very unforgiving on the ice issue, Beattie warning aspiring mixologists not to trust the chicken-flavored minibergs moldering in one’s own freezer, but to instead strike up a friendship with a neighboring restaurant and use their professionally made ice or even buy the stuff bagged from the market and break it up yourself.
But something as seemingly small as ice is huge in the success of Beattie’s drinks, dependent as they are on presentation. A trick he devised himself is to use flowers and herbs to inform the drink’s look, shaking them with the ice so that these brilliantly colored and flavored items stick to the cubes and separate uniformly in the glass.
Properly measuring ingredients is another tedious must. Beattie remembers working the bar at Cyrus producing reasonable excellence while a visiting mixologist sipped a cold one. He told Beattie that he should be measuring as he went; Beattie laughed it off. Six months later, he says, he stopped himself in frustration during service and muttered, “I need to be measuring!”
But what Artisanal Cocktails is really about is community. No longer behind the bar at Cyrus, Beattie works part time at Healdsburg’s new Scopa restaurant while he prepares to launch his own cocktail catering company. Through this journey, Beattie remains grateful and alive to his good fortune. And he is solid on one point.
“I really respect,” he says with good humor, “people who measure.”
 Scott Beattie appears on Monday, Oct. 13, from 6pm to 9pm, at Flying Goat Coffee, 324 Center St., Healdsburg. 707.433.3599. He’ll be at Tra Vigne on Monday, Oct. 20, from 6pm to 9pm. 1050 Charter Oak St., St. Helena. 707.963.4444. All events are free.
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Waste Not
10.08.08
This year, Napa County’s recycling program expanded more than ever to include not only such traditional recyclable items as cans, bottles and plastic bags, but also those awkward items that no one feels are really right to put in the trash can. As environmental awareness continually increases, so does that weird pile of un-throw-away-able junk in the backyard.
What to do with that plastic bucket full of eight-month-old car oil that was once so recklessly poured down the storm drain? What to do with the old washing machine that was fixed five times on long Saturday afternoons before finally going completely kaput? And what to do with the kids’ old computer monitor that stopped working when a glass of Fanta accidentally disappeared into its ventilation slots?
But even trickier are pharmaceutical drugs, sharp syringes and razor blades. Putting pharmaceutical drugs down the drain can be incredibly harmful to the environment and our habitat, and it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to realize the dangers of chucking razor blades and needles in the trash. In fact, as of Sept. 1, 2008, a new state law makes that practice illegal.
On Saturday, Oct. 11, the city of Napa hosts a collection event for unused or expired pharmaceuticals and home-generated “sharps.” Place syringes and razor blades in a puncture-proof container, such as an old bleach bottle or coffee can, and bring them to 1539 First St., Napa, on Saturday, Oct. 11, from 10am to 4pm. Also, pharmaceuticals and sharps, along with other household waste, will be accepted at a special hazardous waste collection event on Saturday, Oct. 25, from 9am to 3pm at the Napa County Fairgrounds in Calistoga. For more information, see www.naparecycling.com or www.napamax.com.
For disposal of other problematic items, Napa area residents can head to a consolidated area of disposal centers located around Highway 29 and South Kelly Road. The bucket of used oil can be taken to the Napa-Vallejo Household Hazardous Waste Collection Facility at 889-A Devlin Road in American Canyon. Open 9am–4pm on Fridays and Saturdays, the facility also accepts old paint, propane tanks, batteries, solvents and cleaners. Call ahead of time to check that your waste can be dropped off, at 1.800.984.9661.
As for the soda-soaked computer monitor? Around the corner, there’s the Napa Recycling and Composting Facility at 820 Levitin Way, which will take broken old computer parts and other assorted e-waste like cell phones and TVs. Concrete, tires and metal can be brought as well. Open Monday–Friday, 8am to 4pm, the facility appreciates calls ahead of time at 707.255.5200.
What about the broken washing machine? The Devlin Road Transfer Station, at 889 Devlin Road in American Canyon, takes bulky items such as appliances, mattresses and furniture. It’s open daily from 8am–4pm. 707.252.0500.
Pay Attention
Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman is one of those plays that most people feel they know inside and out, whether they’ve actually seen the play or not. Nearly 60 years old now, the play has rooted itself into the soil of the American psyche and, like Gone with the Wind, The Grapes of Wrath and To Kill a Mockingbird, its lines, characters and themes are now passed along by a kind of cultural osmosis. Though it is a play that has, in part, defined America and the American dream, there is also a palpable sadness and yearning to the play that is bigger than geography; Willy Loman, the salesman of the title, has a uniquely American perspective, but his fractured heartache is universally recognizable and relatable.
The theater lover in me—the one who believes that theater is important because it reveals the beating heart and soul of the culture that created it—hopes that everyone will see Death of a Salesman at least once in their lives. If Sixth Street Playhouse’s new production, much hyped in the last few months for its casting of television actor Daniel Benzali as Willy Loman, is the one Salesman you see, then, as Loman himself might say, you won’t be doing too bad at all.
Willy Loman is an aging salesman (what he sells is never made clear) whose career is now a fraction of what it once was. Barely making a living, Willy, whose grasp of reality has always been tentative, now spends his days slipping in and out of the past, still desperately dreaming of the riches and popularity he believes are the due of every hard-working American. His wife, Linda (Tori Truss, achingly honest and pulsing with surprise reactions), has begun to suspect that Willy’s frequent car accidents are actually failed suicide attempts, and is worried about her two sons.
Happy (Michael Navarra) is a shallow imitation of his father, hoping to achieve his dad’s dreamed-of wealth and success, not by working hard but by maneuvering into the path of opportunity, seducing the fiancées of his rivals as sport. Biff (Tim Kniffin) has recently returned home after years away in Texas, a mysterious disappearance that has alienated him from his family. A one-time high school football hero, Biff was expected to be the one who achieved the fame and fortune Willy’s always longed for, but a tendency toward kleptomania and a resistance to his father’s endless dreaming has sent him on a different course, and his unannounced return home—poorly timed, it turns out—threatens to tear apart whatever remains of Willy Loman’s decimated self-esteem.
Confidently and sensitively directed by Sheri Lee Miller, making visually appealing use of David Lear’s moody, multileveled frame-work set, Arthur Miller’s poetic eulogy to skewed values is well-served by the entire production, particularly in the acting, the strength of which goes way beyond Benzali, who, all hype aside, is truly magnificent, especially in the devastating second act. You can almost hear his heart crack and his sanity rip away like Velcro from his mind.
Even the small-part supporting cast delivers, with beautifully detailed performances by a knowingly watchful John Craven as Charlie, Willy’s successful next-door neighbor and only friend; a slightly menacing Eric Burke as Willy’s late entrepreneur brother Ben, appearing only in dream sequences and flashbacks; Jeff Coté, all exasperated condescension as Willy’s boss Howard; Gina Rose Tiso, nailing the superficial aggression of Willy’s abrasive one-time mistress; Chris Ginesi in a richly above-and-beyond performance as Stanley, a talkative, good-hearted waiter, who knows how to handle Willy better than anyone else; and Mark Bradbury in an expertly arced performance as Charlie’s bookworm son Bernard, whom we see as a nerdy brainiac in flashbacks, and then see as the confident, successful lawyer he has become.
What is particularly clear in this production is that Willy Loman’s mistake is not his belief in the American dream; it’s his interpretation of that dream that dooms him. Willy believes that by being liked, a person will become successful. In America, to be liked, and well-liked, one has to become successful first.
 ‘Death of a Salesman’ runs Thursday&–Sunday through Oct. 26 at the Sixth Street Playhouse. Thursday&–Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2pm; also Saturday at 2pm. 52 W. Sixth St., Santa Rosa. $14&–$26. 707.523.4185.
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The Move West
Green Fees
10.08.08
If there is one sport that has long been in possession of the word “green” without intending any reference beyond the color of grass, it would have to be golf. From an environmental standpoint, golf is not known for being outstanding. Imagine all of the water it takes to just keep the course watered, not to mention fertilized. No, despite the electric carts, golf does not jump to mind when I try to visualize what properties make up an environmentally friendly sport. Santa Rosa’s Bennett Valley Golf Course, which in the last year has undergone a long-awaited and much-needed revamping of the grounds, does not claim to be a bastion for the greening of the sport. What it does offer, however, is enough to pique my interest and spur me to investigate further.
I spoke with Richard Hovded, the park planning and development manager for Santa Rosa Parks and Recreation Department, about the Bennett Valley’s greening and the upcoming event Golfing for the Planet, a fundraiser and educational event for the Climate Protection Campaign’s Community Climate Action Plan. This plan, sponsored in part by local city and county governments, has been two years in the making and could quite possibly offer a critical opportunity for Sonoma County to reduce emissions to the degree necessary to stave off global warming.
The Bennett Valley Golf Course has been a municipal course since 1970. Hovded reminds me that, back then, the golf course was located basically in the boonies, but as the only golf course in Santa Rosa, it soon developed a steady following. Ah, those were the days, when volunteer members could decide, you know what, this old farm house needs some revamping, let’s add some rooms and call it a club house. The resulting building, while perhaps well loved by the regulars, was not up to code, and so the city of Santa Rosa saved their green fees in hopes that, eventually, they would be able to build a clubhouse worthy of the community which it serves.
Last year, the city completed the new clubhouse, pro shop and after-hours community and event center. The new building, which Hovded says is the first green building for the city, was nothing if not challenging to complete. The days of cheerful volunteers whipping up a few extra rooms out of someone’s leftover lumber are over. Not that recycled materials weren’t used (they were), but the entire project—which includes geothermal wells for heating and cooling, solar panels, carpeting made from recycled milk jugs and the usual array of environmentally friendly choices necessary to meet LEED standards—cost upwards of $10 million to complete. Yes, times have indeed changed, but despite the resistance that arose when faced with that “10 percent higher to be green” price tag, those involved in the project persevered to stunning effect.
Hovded assures that eventually, he has every intention of making changes to the green itself. He plans to put in a reclaimed water system for watering the course, install self-sustaining irrigation and to switch over entirely to organic fertilizers. With the current economy and the city’s commitment to keeping green fees as low as possible, this could take a while, but the direction is clear.
After my conversation with Hovded, I phone Barry Vesser, deputy director of the Climate Protection Campaign. Vesser says that the Climate Protection Campaign is attempting to raise awareness in as far-reaching a manner as possible. Vesser explains that the Action Plan, which focuses on reducing emissions and boosting the economy, offers 41 solutions and a financing plan for each. The money to fund these changes, which are more about investment and infrastructure than personal behavior change, will come from new investments created within the community via a variety of state-of-the-art financing mechanisms.
The plan covers such aspects as energy efficiency, smart transmit and land use, carbon capturing and sequestering, and the development of renewable energy in the county. We can’t afford not to make these changes, Vesser cautions, and when we do make them, we will be able to reduce our greenhouse gas emissions by 25 percent below 1990 levels.
The Greening the Green tournament in benefit of the Climate Protection Campaign tees off on Friday, Oct. 10, with a ‘scramble’ on the Front 9 followed by a reception. $100. 3330 Yulupa Ave., Santa Rosa. For more information or to participate in the tournament, call 707.525.1665, ext. 114 or contact [ mailto:lo**@***********************gn.org” data-original-string=”P865cMgONXEIfIm1w5KaCQ==06a7D0XC5Up2ESmAZLXffliRo1G9fj1+6sbAJPvvLYgwH/Ht6pbIjwNuBnd28zc1Qzkdv/xRyJ2/DQorHEXnAmr2ek3oJm+cjyokyR/hpG44F+Q2uiRTamul/i21I/vmHY3g+3KqyggtGXC5u0+ToMQfQ==” title=”This contact has been encoded by Anti-Spam by CleanTalk. Click to decode. To finish the decoding make sure that JavaScript is enabled in your browser. ]lo**@***********************gn.org.
Hitting the ‘Trail
Photograph by Joseph McDonald
By Gretchen Giles
N ow in its 23rd year, the annual ARTrails open studios tour ushers some 6,000 folks through artists’ working spaces in Sonoma County over a two-weekend period of time. That’s over 300 visitors per artist, not an inconsiderable stream of guests. Of note this year is the return of Sebastopol painter Alice Thibeau, who has spent the past two autumns in France and has returned with fresh work. We’re also intrigued by the digital printmaking, photography and collage of Petaluma artist Joseph McDonald, whose “Box of Heads” is shown above, and with the languid figures wrought by Santa Rosa painter Laura Hoffman. In fact, the South A Street area of Santa Rosa is a’brim with participating artists, and well worth an afternoon’s visit.
With 143 artists participating this year, ARTrails remains a huge economic engine. The Arts Council of Sonoma County, which organizes this annual treat, estimates that last year’s event resulted in over $600,000 in sales directly to our artists, no middle-man attached. The Arts Council gallery (404 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa; 707.579.ARTS) has work by every artist on show, and the Graton Gallery (9048 Graton Road, Graton; 707.829.8912) has a selection of participants’ work currently on exhibit for those who like to see samples up close before climbing in the car. ARTrails runs Saturday–Sunday, Oct. 11–12 and 18–19, from 10am to 5pm. The event is free and self-guided. To pick up a map and catalogue—this year featuring artist and collector profiles in a new and attractive format—visit www.artrails.org.
In other arts council news, the main gallery revamps next year as Artspace404 , a contemporary and cutting-edge space devoted to modern art, not necessarily by Sonoma County artists. Visual arts manager Nicole Lee says that the new concept should debut in January. “We’re opening with a members’ exhibit but we’re in the works on how to utilize that show in a way different than it has been for the past two years,” Lee explains. “What we’re trying to do is to push the boundaries a bit. We’d like to push our membership into challenging themselves.”
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Artspace404 has a number of proposals to consider and should have its first-year slate set by November. As with the innovative national programming showcased by Gay Dawson at the former Sonoma Museum of Visual Art, Artspace404 hopes to raise the bar for our community, giving visitors something to see that they might otherwise have to cross a bridge for. What’s guaranteed is that it won’t be the same-old, same-old. “If someone loves it, great; if someone hates it, great,” Lee says. “We’re looking to have some voice and presence, and we welcome feedback.” Stay tuned for more details.
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Wine Tasting Room of the Week
As many of history’s great thinkers have lamented, the trouble with paradise is not so much that the view isn’t spectacular, it’s that the access is limited. Paradise is not often just off the main road with easy parking. With sunset views of the Santa Rosa Plain from high on up in Fountaingrove, Paradise Ridge Winery is a beloved destination and well-known blushing-bride magnet. In the old barrel room, the winery hosts events and Santa Rosa’s only ongoing historical exhibit that pays tribute to winemaker Kanaye Nagasawa. But it’s a ways off the wine road.
That’s why the Byck family opened a second tasting room on Sonoma Highway. The view is also great; it’s just from the bottom up. It’s an inauspicious little shack in an inauspicious little town in the most ruggedly beautiful stretch of Sonoma Valley under the ancient volcanic cone of Sugarloaf. Yet with its dramatic setting, and while the only visible economic activity here is ultra-premium winemaking and tasting rooms, the little hamlet of Kenwood is still as sleepy as its generically suburban name.
Paradise Ridge toasted its new neighbors and the warm welcome it has received at a recent open house with free-flowing wine and light bites prepared by the winery’s resident food specialist. The 2001 Blanc de Blanc ($29.95), for example, was genius. The late-disgorged Chardonnay sparkling is already yeasty, creamy and comparable to effervescent beverages traditionally concocted on a piece of famous French real estate; a bite of salty shrimp ceviche turned the bubbly into a whole new tongue sensation.
Other offerings include a series of reds from the estate’s high-elevation Rockpile vineyards. Not your friend Miles’ Merlot, the 2003 Rockpile Merlot ($40) has a tight tannic grip on a glassful of juicy black currants and tangy plums with a hint of leather and woods. The 2005 Rockpile Cabernet Sauvignon ($40) is a gold medal winner in the 2008 Harvest Fair, and in a similar fine-structured claret style, the recently released 2006 “Convict” Zinfandel ($38) has still got intense brambly fruit on lockdown. The 2005 “Ode to Joy” Late Harvest Sauvignon Blanc ($30) is a tawny nectar of apricot and spices that must surely be the house wine in paradise.
The tasting room is only open to 5pm, but for those with the midday chore of commuting down this most bucolic stretch of highway, it’s a nice stop—look for the sculpture from the Byck’s ridgetop art garden.
Paradise Ridge Winery, 8860 Sonoma Hwy., Kenwood. Open daily, 10am–5pm. 707.282.9020.










