Chez Panisse

Despite both DPaul and I having lived in the Bay Area more or less 20 years apiece, and despite being avid diners, neither of us had ever eaten at the world-famous Chez Panisse. This is something we have long wanted to remedy, and have discussed doing so with various folks. At long last, our dear friends Nick and Russ made it happen, and better yet as a very thoughtful wedding gift. After one abortive attempt where we languished on the waitlist, they were finally able to land us a reservation last week, at 6 pm on Friday, February 13. Our excitement mounted as the date drew nearer.

On the big day, I planned to leave my Redwood City office sometime shortly after four, a time that normally allows for easy commuting all around the area. But the best laid plans of mice and men, and all that. I ended up having to give a presentation, which delayed my departure to slightly after 4:30. I had to drop my colleague off back in the city. It was raining and the Friday before a holiday weekend, and traffic was unusually bad for that time of day.

Crawling up the 101, my blood pressure rose as the time slipped inexorably by. By the time of our 6 pm dinner reservation, I was still in downtown San Francisco, stuck in dead-stop traffic waiting to get on the bridge. Veins throbbed in my temples as I screamed expletives at the top of my lungs. I sent DPaul a one-word text message: "Hopeless." I was on the verge of tears. The evening was ruined, and I would not be dining at Chez Panisse that night. The disappointment was crushing.

Finally, after ten solid minutes in the same place still blocks from the on-ramp for the bridge, I pulled into a parking spot to my right and left the car behind, power-walking to BART. In five minutes, I was on a train headed to Berkeley. Twenty minutes later, I emerged from the station in pouring rain and hopped in a cab. Ultimately, I arrived at the restaurant about 6:45.

Meanwhile, the rest of my party was stalling our seating with assurances that I was "on the way," which the staff took very graciously. DPaul, Nick and Russ were instructed to wait upstairs and enjoy some cava. Finally, once they knew I was within striking range of the restaurant, they were seated. 

From the moment I entered the restaurant, the stress of the frenetic events began to melt away. Chez Panisse's Arts and Crafts-inspired interior is at once formal and warm, like attending a dinner party at the home of well-heeled friends. I took my seat at the table, enjoyed the remaining bite of a tasty cheese-puff pastry amuse bouche, and was promptly poured an aperitif of, I think, cava and Lillet Blanc.

As the evening unfolded, my mood lifted. The first course of quail confit with baby greens and a toast with chicken liver spread was as soothing and comforting as a mother's hug. A dish of crab-scallop-lobster ravioli with fresh peas and basil was filled with the promise of spring. The main course, a grilled steak of yellowfin tuna with winter vegetable ragout, was utterly satisfying. Dessert was uncomplicated, two scoops of ice cream (coffee and chocolate) in a nest of meringue; perhaps not ambitious, but ice cream is my ultimate comfort food. Our server was attentive, without ever being stuffy or overbearing. By the end of the meal, I was walking on clouds. I had been given a total mood transplant.

Restaurants are ultimately in the business of selling happiness. Food plays a major part in that, for if the customer is served bad food, then happiness cannot ensue. But it is the holistic experience that makes a good restaurant great. Chez Panisse's food was excellent, deftly cooked and seasoned, but it is the way they handled us that made the evening stellar. Despite my showing up 45 minutes late for our seating, the party was never rushed, and we were cheerfully served our meal as if that was the plan all along. It is this attention to customer service that has allowed them to remain one of the most esteemed and beloved restaurants in the country for nearly 40 years. I can hardly wait for a return visit.

Chez Panisse
1517 Shattuck Ave, Berkeley


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  • yuzu

    Downstairs at Chez Panisse is lovely, but upstairs is warm and fun and the food is interesting and delicious. If you haven’t been upstairs, you must go!

  • I’m happy for you. That place is real.

  • Lovely! I am dying to eat there. I also love the decor. I’ve been in it before for the Cafe, but we couldn’t get in. I do go to Cafe Fanny every chance I get when I’m in the Bay Area though, and carry bags of Acme bread back on the plane.

  • Happy to hear you made it to Chez Panisse – I’ve had similar afternoon drives trying to make a reservation in the Bay Area – frustration and panic rolled into one. I love your description of the decor. Best wishes on many return visits.

  • yuzu: For sure, I’ll check out the cafe next.
    cookie: I feel like I can check one more thing off the bucket list.
    Alice: I can see how people might actually be disappointed in Chez Panisse, if they have expectations that it will somehow be radical or unexpected. The food is not (or no longer) innovative, but it is expertly prepared. It’s important to remember that there would be no California cuisine as we know it without them.
    sue bette: This whole driving thing is kinda new to me. I’m still working out the kinks.

  • Glad you finally made it to Chez Panisse! Sounds like it was worth the wait – I have not been in years (since Before Kids), maybe I should get it back on my list. Usually when we find ourselves in Berkeley/Oakland for dinner, we head over to Olivettos at Rockridge…..

  • Viellefemme

    Dinner at Chez Panisse was my birthday present last year. It was early February, I had a horrid cold and it was raining cats, dogs, mice, moles and gophers – sideways. Parking is non existent, Husband gallantly offered to let me out at the door. I stepped ankle deep into a puddle of very cold water. Inside, it was warm, welcoming and beautiful. Dinner was remarkable, even for a vegetarian like myself. Husband, who is on the skinflint side, offers to go back, and that should say something. After a soaking and bone-chilling trek to the car, we drove back to the South Bay, white-knuckled all the way. On balance, it was worth every minute.

  • The Midwest-residing foodie’s dream — dining at Chez Panisse. I’m glad you had such a lovely experience

  • Gudrun: Oliveto is great as well, tho of course a different beast.
    Hi Jen’s Mom! I’m so tickled by your story, and glad to get corroboration that Chez Panisse has held the same magic sway on another.
    Becky: Granted, but can we get decent barbecue round these parts? Oh, no.

  • I moved across the country to be closer to Chez Panisse. ok, that’s not the only reason, but it was definitely up there. I can safely say my meal there is on the top ten meals of my life.

  • I haven’t tried Chez Panisse yet either because not a fan of the whole reservations lotto game. But glad to see you finally made it and it sounds every bit worth the reputation. Your adventures in getting there in Bay Area traffic did sound tense and I was thinking you weren’t going to make it. I bet your party stalling for you were just as tense. But it all worked out! Yay!

  • What a great story. Hat tip to Chez Panisse for their patience. I have seen other restaurants be far less gracious. It’s been years since I’ve gone myself but I always enjoy the upstairs at Chez Panisse, enough to have dined there on my own, which typically makes me feel awkward. Sounds like it’s time for a revisit. Perhaps you’ll come along with me!

  • Why, I’d love to!