Making a wine tour of Napa Valley is well worth your time, but beware of the restaurants. Avoid “yuppie” joints, especially in Calistoga, where they’ve made an art of creating food fit for a dog, tacky ambience, and service that reviles POW treatment by sadistic guards.
I still vividly recall the unknown dish of apparent green frog guts, minced manzinita vinaigrette, topped with 10 year old dead goat cheese, with a side of ancient sourdough bread fit only as armor plate for an Abrams tank. And the house’s choice of wine was thinly disguised windshield washer whose bouquet could kill a Biblical plague of insects.
...and the portions were so small!
Your creative description is bum apetit!
OTOH, Calistoga has a nice little grocery for picking up the perfect bits for a picnic with your wine.