Los Angeles is made up of various canyons serving as the lifeline arteries from suburbia to epicenter.  Topanga Canyon is one of those iconic canyon fixtures – deeply rooted in hippie culture leftover from over half a century ago and firm in it’s footprint to maintain itself untarnished as the epicenter of natural living, a place where a bohemian spirit lives on.  The last -inhabited space of modern civilization. There, off of a dirt road, lined with wild native plants – we found ourselves cooking, under a 100 year old eucalyptus tree with dirt and crushed cedar under our feet.  The piano player – a character staple with a black suit and bowtie, hair-tucked behind his ear playing his raw rendition of “Benny and the Jets” and a Canyon dweller – reading palms and cards before guests sit for a fall feast – everything is status quo for Topanga.  Here’s what we cooked: Fall pumpkin soup served in pumpkin over hay, heirloom turkey with figs & cranberry compote, sweet potatoes and nostalgic sides.  Produces by us – in our core element: understated, effortless luxury where the food and service transport you to an experience that is unique and memorable.

Photography: Pamela Garcia-Aguirre

Production: Haute Chefs LA

Magical, enchanting and uninhibited are the hero words of the evening.