3. The next day was overcast, chilly, and windy, but we decided to go to Alcatraz anyway. Although the self-guided tour was incredibly produced, there was no bar at the gift shop, so we yachted back to the mainland, went to Absinthe for the gin tasting, and decided to find a restaurant on whim. We saw a sign that said taste paul k and walked up to the posted bill of fare to see what was on offer. Despite being short-staffed and seeing the harried bartender and waiter visibly anxious, we decided to give it a try—the middle-eastern–themed menu seemed incredible, and we weren’t done drinking quite yet. The halloumi cheese with peaches, walnuts, mâche, in an orange–coriander vinaigrette was to die for. Peaches have never tasted so good! The mezza platter was also a winner: lamb riblets, smoky baba & pomegranate dips, and the usual array of fine olives, artichokes, and feta. We didn’t get any dessert, but they all sounded amazing, and waiter Richard did an interpretive dessert-menu recitation for us. As for the cocktails, our bartender Lisa (who took a deep breath, smiled, and chatted us up) whipped up a beautifully bittersweet Paul K Negroni (stir for 30 seconds over ice 1 1/2 oz. gin, 1/2 oz. sweet vermouth, 1/2 oz. Campari, strain into chilled cocktail glass, garnish with lemon twist) and Steve’s recipe for a Vesper (the James Bond Martini from Casino Royale).
