When I was working as a field agent for Atlas Obscura a few years ago, I really wanted to host a dinner at Saddle Peak Lodge—specifically, a game meat dinner.
I was fascinated with intimidating foods and thought that a communal experience would create a comfort level that I, and others, might not have alone.
I couldn't get that event approved, so I finally went to Saddle Peak Lodge on my own a few years ago—but I wimped out both gastronomically and financially and just went to brunch. I don't remember the meal, but I'm pretty sure I had eggs (and not, like, ostrich eggs).
So, I've felt like I hadn't
really experienced the restaurant—and when the
2018 Woolsey Fire swept through the area, fortunately sparing it, the urgency to return intensified.
I finally made it back yesterday, for Thanksgiving dinner—not because this colonial holiday is important to me (it's not), but because I felt like I needed the excuse of a special occasion to splurge on it. And since it's a Michelin star-receiving establishment, it also charges Michelin star-level prices.