Inn of the Seventh Ray
If angels were to come to earth solely to experience the pleasure of the palate, they’d alight creek-side at Inn of the Seventh Ray, and over the next few hours of terrestrial time, would appreciate fully what it’s like for humans to delight in the bodily senses of food and wine of the highest possible caliber.
It’s been called “L.A.’s most romantic restaurant” for good reason. During the day, the light filters through the Topanga Canyon forest and dances shadows in the courtyard while the sun’s purest offerings are nibbled in reverence.
At night, the senses are heightened with fairy lights, whispers, and candle glow, the gentle flow of the creek singing nature into your psyche, a cool canyon breeze kissing your face, and the high-vibrations of food prepared with love raising your spirits.
Ninety-five percent of the menu is organic, and a good portion of the produce is local. The bread is made daily from organic grains, with no preservatives, colorings, refined sugar or bleached flour, and tastes as though it was kneaded by cherubs.
Celestial visitors to Inn of the Seventh Ray would discover the soul-satisfaction of a three-ingredient soup, the taste and texture complexity of a well-prepared portobello and the highest purpose of an heirloom beet. In a bite of vegan chocoless cake with espresso sorbet, alchemical mystery, and in a sip of local Pinot Noir, all the wisdom of the ancients.
An oasis, a getaway, a hideaway, a secret garden, and yes, I believe, a gateway for angels on a sensory journey, where a single dining experience could alter human form, transform human perception, and elevate human spirit.
If you know angels, invite them to accompany you to this barely-earthbound tasting ground. They may easily be convinced that being human is divine.
