I just stayed at the Hotel Healdsburg for a couple of nights, up in Sonoma. Interestingly enough, they didn't seem to provide in-room internet access, and just left that up to the city gov't, which had blanketed all of Healdsburg with free wi-fi. For dinner we ate at a place called Cyrus, which is supposed to be not quite as fancy as The French Laundry, but honestly, my fancyometer (a device I use to gauge the relative fanciness of people and/or places) only goes so high, and Cyrus was definitely in the upper registers. After being served things like wild boar wontons & red wine truffled rissotto, I ended up eating (on a dare) a ball of deep fried bone marrow that I can only assume was served as a practical joke. There aren't words for how horrible it was, but maybe this will illustrate the point: I read (I think in Maus) that the nazis employed a man to preside over the mass corpse burnings & scoop up the rendered white hot fat of the victims, ladling it back over the bodies to aid in the cremation process.
The taste of the deep fried bone marrow ball made me immediately (as I was swallowing) imagine drinking a ladle full of rendered human fat from a cremation.