It’s the last meal of the evening and The Monster is heading to Artisan. While Paso is not in the same league as Napa and Sonoma (and it’s not even close) when it comes to culinary invention, the word is Artisan holds its own.
First glance it’s a packed and loud room with tables of all ages enjoying themselves. We’re seated by the window in the rear alcove and settle in. Perusing the menu and The Monster is a bit perplexed. So often the appetizer section proves problematic for The Monster because he wants to order everything on it. In Artisan’s case, it is just the opposite. Nothing is calling out to be sampled.