Labors of love are the most rewarding endeavors, though they're often put off by the need to make money after your love has sent someone into labor. Finally doing what he's always wanted, the guy behind Sessions Public.
Sessions is headed up by a former real-estater & ardent triathlete who survived crashing markets and crashing waves to build his dream restaurant, where he's worked closely with both a top-secret chef (protected by a confidentiality agreement) and designer Michael Soriano on an eclectic menu and a whimsically stylish setting outfitted with reclaimed-wood tables, glossy, auto-painted orange chairs, and taxidermy ducks shot by a friend, who, judging by the owner's pristine face, is not Dick Cheney. Developed through "trash talking in the kitchen", the menu kicks off with share-ables ranging from Sauteed Crab Cakes w/ celery root slaw, to Roasted Beets w/ goat cheese, sherry vinegar & pine nut brittle, to the Nueske Bacon Tempura Lollipop, so now your only qualm about sucking meat will be that you're Jewish. More sizable fare ranges from a blue cheese/truffle oil/herb salad Ribeye Fries ("a glorified adaptation of carne asada fries"), to Lobster Scallop Cioppino w/ white beans & fennel in Wahoo Wheat broth, to the garlic aioli, pickled red onion & arugula stacked Short Rib Slider, which, unlike the Short Round Slider, won't keep insisting there's "no time for love" even though, being a slider, it can be eaten fairly quickly.
To soothe your worries, the steel-topped bar stocks 21 affordable wines by the glass/bottle, a selection of bottled brews, 16 taps, and rotating casks including rarities and award winners from Ballast Point's Sculpin IPA and Fathom IPL, to Flying Dog's IPA, "Raging Bitch" -- but given what happened after she finally let you do what you always wanted, can you blame her?