I didn’t plan to write about an organic, gluten-free oat pancake served on a paper plate and smeared with peanut-free nut butter. But here I am, stuffing the last sticky bite into my mouth. It’s surprisingly good for something from a kids’ menu.
Small children are screaming, running and jumping around me, which makes sense, considering I’m in their world: a playground in the middle of Sebastopol. Around me is an assortment of millennial parents who look tired but happy to have a place where they can sit in the shade with a proper espresso — or beer — and eat a chef-made tofu soba noodle bowl while their children run wild at Wylde Provisions Co.
All I can think about is how good everything tastes: the yogurt parfait with blueberry coulis, the soba noodles and a giant carnitas sandwich with refried lentils and tomatillo-fish sauce vinaigrette.
At a playground. In Sebastopol. With toddlers everywhere…