So I have a confession: I really REALLY miss the white kitchen in our old place. It was so light and bright and clean and fresh and just so good to be in even though I hardly ever cook.
I recently visited with a local chef for a future SF Chronicle article; his white kitchen was so beautiful and inviting, it made me miss that old kitchen of ours even more. Here are some of the photos from my visit:
I covet those Heath tiles used for the backsplash. And the drawings and text on the chalkboard wall inspired by Parisian outdoor blackboard menus are so cool. The rest of the house was just as fantastic, and I loved that the chef referred to the mix of vintage and modern pieces throughout as "a collected look, rather than a purchased look."