Something to Love

Pure, unadulterated love is what I feel for Bonobo's kitchen, and here's why: 

First, the kitchen exists. As documented in my thrill for finding a proper food offering over yonder in Leelanau at Bel Lago, Bonobo takes it to a higher level with the existence of its kitchen. A friend and I made plans for a weekday lunch to catch up, and the thought of a winery was really attractive, but this time of year the food offerings are still pretty sus. Many other OMP wineries are not even open on a Tuesday in April, and the ones that are seem to offer only grab-n-go from a cooler, or an unclear (at best) charcuterie described vaguely on the winery's website. Bonobo was the only viable option for us.

Second, the food is delicious, creative, and substantial. We shared three small plates and each had two glasses, and returned to our jobs for the afternoon. 

M-37 is as enjoyable a drive as the more famous M-22, albeit with more turns, more houses, and more aggressive tailgaters. There are also many charming farmstands along M-37. Although still empty in April, it still sparks joy to see the structures and their honesty boxes ready for a new season of stone fruit, asparagus, apples, lavender, flowers, and other bounty to fill their shelves. Bonobo is about halfway up the Peninsula, making way for a ton of opportunity for diverse sightseeing of bluffs, water on both sides, vineyards, orchards, mansions, and beach houses.