Against my better judgment on this miserable day, I went to Central Market in Petaluma for dinner, and now I remember why I have so little faith in my better judgment--it was dead wrong, and Central Market was perfect. I was afraid it would be too rich, but my fears were unfounded. Its New Orleans-inspired food (and especially the carafe of water with cucumber slices that adorns each table) were just right for a steamy night. I had the seafood boudin with the slaw and remoulade (which I hoped would be light enough for the temperature, and was), and my daughter had short ribs with rissoto made with that nice cheese I can't remember the name of (not Gruyere, but similar flavor) and sugar snap peas, which sounded like an odd mix until I ate some and understood what the chef had in mind; the richness and the freshness were both retained and complemented each other remarkably. We also had the tomato soup, with wonderful chunks of different kinds of tomato and bread and cheese, olive oil and basil. Gosh, I love that place. So glad I ignored my hot-day prejudices.