It's Small but it's Grand
Of course, like any other normal person, I went into Sebastopol Hardware to find out where I could find my fresh fish.
"Fircrest," the man behind the plumbing counter told me after checking first to make sure I wasn't lit up with drugs.
"Fircrest," an impatient customer behind me said.
"Fircrest," someone echoed from the other side of the isle. This was followed by, "Who the hell comes into a hardware store to ask about fresh fish?"
Girded with my new knowledge, I climbed back into my Jeep and rolled south on Route 116 until I finally found Fircrest. I actually missed it a few times because it was so small.
My eyes didn't have time to take in all the wonders of local goods and produce being displayed on the Dr.-Seuss-style isles as I threaded my way through the tiny bakery section to a meat counter about the size of the Gravenstein Lion's fireworks stand.
"The sea bass is fresh today," I was informed without having to ask.
"Sold," I said and, with my main objective out of the way, I strolled around the little store.
Something in the ice cream freezer caught my eye. Clover Ice Cream? My God, they make ice cream?
So I hurried home with the sea bass and my first tub of Clover's Mocha Almond Fudge in tow. I would never be the same again.
If you're passing through Sebastopol and have a hankering for fresh, local, grocery products, stop into Fircrest Market. You'll be a better person for it.