The Dish on …Dish (restaurant review)

When my husband and I lived in San Francisco we loved going to all the restaurant hot spots.  I still like to read about what’s new and up and coming, but we get to those places later and less often (not as many date nights as a family of four).

Now when I hear about a new restaurant or food spot closer to home that may be kid friendly, my radar is peaked.  I felt so current this weekend.  I had seen signs for a new local eatery in Mill Valley called Dish, which was opening to serve breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I was thinking of where to go before the Memorial Day Parade and thought we’d check out the new place.  I even went online and saw the menu.  I was excited about the local, sustainable, organic ingredients and the reasonable prices.  However it was by complete accident that we were the first paying customers to order and sit down.

When we walked in we noticed the chic, yet comfotable urban decor, yummy looking baked goods and bottles of wine above the bar/counter.  My husband and I thought this looked promising and asked how long they’d been open.  The answer was “about 2 hours.  People have been in for coffee and muffins to go, but you are the first to order and sit”.  Wow.  We scooped everyone! 

The menu was limited for the first day, but we all found favorites and sat down to wait for our order with a berry, bran scone.  It was funny how much it tasted like the ones I make at home (perhaps the use of butermilk?).  The kids loved the look of my cappucino with foam “feather”.  Yes, with each bite and look around the room, we were more and more pleased.  Dish is built and operates quite green too.  As we waited for our food and played “eye spy” we noticed reclaimed wood and recycled items everywhere.  So the kids got a bit impatient, but I had to explain this was the first time (well almost) people were cooking in the kitchen, taking orders and bringing food in this space.  I equated it to the first day of school where everyone and everything is new and you have to get used to things.  They understood.  They thought it was pretty cool they were the first people to sit at our table.  I also explained that we liked everything so far and that this could be a favorite spot for us, so we needed to give it a chance and wait.

When we did get our order (with big apologies from the owner), the food was just as we’d hoped – great.  Homemade granola and yogurt with berries for my daughter (notice she got her’s before her brother).  French toast with fruit for my son.  Huevos Rancheros for my husband.  And a leek tart for me.  So while I’m happy to spread the word, and did to all our friends at the parade that day;  I fear my next meal at Dish will begin with waiting in line to get in and I’ll have to explain to my children that someone else is sitting at “our table”.