Overheard in front of Chez Panisse
Dirty hippie teen* (looking at fixed menu): Eighty-five dollars! Ooooh look: [attempting to say apertif] An aperture. And [attempting to say carpaccio] sar... pish... o with baby leeks!
Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Dude, haven't you heard about this place! It's run by Alice Waters, she's all into... localities and shit.
Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Yeah, she's really blowin' up right now.
The food was alright.
UPDATE: IT'S THE WATER!: Our out of town companion, who fell ill the next day, was told by an obviously unsustainable doctor back east that it was a reaction to "foreign" water.
*Who am I kidding, they were probably mid-twenties. Who can tell anymore?