Seafoam swirls on stretchy knits lend a softer side to summer dressing, on Ginger Spice.
For my friend Helena, who wanted a close up of the bedazzled bandage.
The only thing that would have made it better would have been a Bigfoot sighting.
It was all locally grown, farmed or fished, and absolutely delicious. I had read the rave reviews about Flea Street Cafe way back in the rainy season and put it on my Bike Date Friday futures list for a summer date, when there would be more daylight to stop at Stanford University’s Rodin Garden on the way home. When we pedaled up, I was surprised by the restaurant’s humble exterior, which we soon discovered belies the fine dining within.
Look closely and you’ll see that they’re growing beets in the planter box out front, not flowers. Did you know that some towns, like Oak Park, Michigan prohibit front yard gardens? Somehow, what’s good enough for a rather expensive town in California is not OK for the average Joe in middle America.
Our drinks were summer herbal refreshers: rosemary cucumber gin & tonics, served with beets and radishes from their kitchen garden.
Crispy sardines from nearby Half Moon Bay were prepared perfectly. They were nothing like sardines from a can.
Dick went for the duck breast with arugula while I had the short ribs. Both exceptional. We could see why people raved about this restaurant.
It’s apricot season, so we had to go for the pound cake with apricots a la mode.
On the way home we stopped at Stanford University’s Rodin Garden, and savored the sculptures in the fading light.
What are your favorite locally grown, raised or fished items in your area? Do they come from your own backyard? Or front yard even?
When a night out needs to become a night in, it’s good to have great options in takeout food nearby. We had planned to go out for our Bike Date Friday, but Dick was waiting for a signature-required delivery from UPS–a new guitar. So instead of Dick meeting me at work, I rode home instead, hoping the guitar would beat me home. It didn’t. When I saw how much Dick wanted to wait for the guitar, but didn’t want to cancel our date, I offered Plan B: takeout.
I hopped on Juliett because she has a big front basket and pedaled to downtown Mountain View. Being a Friday night, there were cars everywhere, searching for parking. On a bike, all I had to do was roll up and lock up.
There are so many choices on Castro Street: burritos, Chinese noodles, sushi, pizza and more. I decided on Vietnamese rice plates from Pho Hoa, a chain with restaurants throughout the US and Canada, plus Korea, the Philippines, and Singapore. I’d call it the McDonald’s of Vietnamese food, but it tastes a lot better and it’s healthier too.
Sometimes all it takes to make a takeout meal special is presentation and location. Since it was warm out, we dined on the deck and enjoyed the quiet of the night. Even though the UPS man never came.
What are your “go to” places for takeout? Have you tried any new ones lately?
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