Friday, April 30, 2010

Eurasia Cafe and Wine Bar

Eurasia...one of the most pleasant dining experiences my husband and I have enjoyed in ages.

Last night Mark and I went on a date. Once we left the awful starter restaurant Mark made it clear that he still needed food and lots of it. We decided to head for our old favorite, the Coyote Cafe...only it isn't there any more. I noticed that Eurasia was in the same shopping center and spoke up about how I'd been wanting to eat there, so in we went, then back out to dine on the patio in the cool evening air.

The wait staff was excellent, there when we needed them but not hovering and the food was delicious. We each had an appetizer: Mark had carpaccio; I had tuna two ways. I can't remember what it was called on the menu but yum. Especially the carpaccio. Then we each ordered a dessert. We ordered a very good chocolate torte with raspberry sauce but it was put to shame by the apple fritters with vanilla gelato. Oh. My. God.

We shared a cigar, relaxed, chatted and smiled a lot. Perfect date night, even with the 4 dudes sitting at the other end of the patio, all fat, all smoking cigars, all talking smack about their wives. One, coming back from the bathroom, mentioned how the scenery had gotten older and uglier inside at which point Mark came out with his best one-liner ever, "Those guys really need to look in a mirror." Heh.

Thanks to owner and staff of Eurasia for a great date night! Fully recommended by the two of us for food, atmosphere and service, Eurasia is going to become a regular date night spot for us.

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Crossroads

On the day of my 45th birthday

this poem was published in the

Sanctuary at the Women's

Colony. I love it and thank

the author, Joyce Sutphen,

for writing this poem honoring

the process of living a life

beyond youth.

Crossroads


The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers sifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys in into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.


~Joyce Sutphen
Straight Out Of View, New Rivers Press

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