Years ago a little friend - Jetty - asked me if I knew why McDonald's called them 'Happy Meals.' I told him that I didn't know. He said, "Happy Meals are called 'happy' because they make you happy." Okay.
Well, I'm going to apply that logic to Happy Hour at Crema - it's called 'happy' because it makes me happy. Really happy.
When Nonna and I were looking at the calendar and figuring out a Mothers' Day plan, I suggested Crema because it was in the vicinity of the Nonni's Saturday evening dance plans and, honestly, because it'd been too long since I've enjoyed Team Crema's food.
And I was clearly too busy stuffing my face to take pictures of our feast. But we devoured their artisan cheese selection, charcuterie slate, papas bravas, Monterey Bay squid, barbeque beef brisket sliders, and marinated olives...
We washed it down with flutes of Spanish cava, beer, and red wine...
And that was just the savory stuff. We moved onto the sweets, ordering a chocolate chunk kahlua brownie sundae, creamy Meyer lemon bars, a root beer float, a chocolate stout mocha float, and housemade cream puffs.
So, so happy! Happy Mothers' Day, Nonna! We love you. And, Team Crema, we love you, too. Thanks for the fabulous meal.