Cliff’s Edge Cafe in Silverlake (on Sunset) has been on my “Eat Here” list, since reading about it in LA Magazine, or Daily Candy (I can’t quite remember where). It was touted as the closest thing to eating in a treehouse, without the pesky climb or bothersome younger siblings.

It was delicious—the olive bread brought to the table was super soft, and didn’t need the superb olive oil/vinegar yumminess that came alongside, but I drenched it anyway.

I’m a sucker for a butternut squash or pumpkin ravioli with brown butter sage sauce, and their pumpkin version was mild, tasty, and served with an almost crispy seared spinach. Ya-Um.

The four of us stopped short of licking our dinner dishes—seriously—and had to muster any scrap of self decency we had not to do the same to the desert plates. Our table of four split the Apple Tarte Tartin, and the bread pudding with carmalized pear and raisins. I. Have. No. Words. The bread pudding is still all I can think about, and I only have this photo to remember it by: