the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust
I haven't even brought up Arabian Breeze--and before I forget, I have to bookmark that site. Neat.
Anyway, joeyfalconetti, while she, encap and litlbuddha were down visiting, had heard of this place, and how it had vegan menu offerings. And thus we set off on a Quest to Find Arabian Breeze. It turned out to be something of a quest to get there, too, but we made it with hunger and interest peaked.
There's not a lot for parking, for any of the locals interested in going--there's parking available on side streets, but if you don't pick the right side, you still have to cross the somewhat busy Broadway corner to corner, no light or stop sign. Which, the way Cat and I walk sometimes, could be a challenge. :)
But let me tell you the food is absolutely worth everything--I'm serious about that. They pan-toast incredibly thin sheets of flatbread, I can't remember the name, but they were wonderful just plain, and the restaurant gives this little olive-oil-and-lemon-and-basil dip for them, which is beyond good. We ordered hummus, and their hummus is good enough to break into tears for. Literally, the best hummus I have ever had, I'm not kidding.
And a good third of the menu was vegan. Even better, though they cook beef, lamb (lamb! Argh! A place with good lamb, so says catdancer, and I couldn't eat any!) and chicken, what we mostly smelled walking in was fresh bread, olive oil, vegetables and lemon.
joeyfalconetti nearly broke down, in a good way--she's not used to having more than one choice at restaurants. :) So to walk into a place where a good third of the items have the chipper Vegan Yes! after the description...it overwhelmed her a tad.
I had falafel, crunchy-spicy, bit of heat, absolutely wonderful, and Cat had the lamb, all wrapped up in more of the lovely fresh flatbread. I can't remember what everyone else had, but I do know that virtually everyone had enough to take food home--they do not believe in stinting portions. And considering the dinner prices average between eight and twelve dollars, one can only imagine how low their lunch prices are. They also offer desserts--everything from a crisp semolina-and-ground-almond cake drenched in rosewater syrup to a layered chocolate-and-vanilla pudding with cake on the sides, to plain butter cookies and Turkish coffee, fixed four ways--and, as the Buddha and the Encap found out, they have a small hookah garden in back, where incredibly fine flavored tobacco--they chose apple--is placed in hookahs for the enjoyment of patrons. (Costs $15, though I don't know if that's a doubled fee per person, for the use of the pipe, or per hour/half hour--still, the boys said it was more than worth the price.)
mutaytedjoe? Next time you come down, we are so dragging you to the Breeze. Damn.
La Roommate just came downstairs and yelled at me because the garbage cans aren't out front. Like it's my fault when bills aren't paid. I have zip nada for funds, when is she going to figure that out? That's part of why I put Cat on the account, because I got tired of bugging people to give me money to give to the garbage service!
And they're closed now. Wonderful. So I can't even find out what did happen until tomorrow. Argh!
Blogging as group therapy? Dunno if I entirely agree--a lot of my posts, at least on LJ, are not therapeutic--but it is a great way to stay in contact, somehow, with other people. And airing your problems, in whatever form, always relieves the pressure somewhat. So...maybe they're right. :)
Controlled separation? I like the idea.
The many and various definitions of 'sap'. Courtesy of cheapdialogue.
And DAMN! encap sent me this link, but it's all for Sims 2 skins! (Even though there are some I wouldn't use--the burned-all-over girl and the disemboweled girl are horrifying, but I adore the corpse and the ghost skins. And the Gimp? Just hysterical.
(But I can't use any of them! WAAAH!)
This is...good news? I'm with pandoras_closet, I'm holding off on the big party vibe until this is released and has been out a while. I've been to too many funerals for folks who signed up for miracle cures, frankly.
Hey. Like the music from Buffy season 7? Now you can take home some of the best pieces, courtesy of the composer. Tipped by the kindly folks over on audiography.
Whoa. There's a Darkover Purity test?? (Apparently I'm 55.92% pure. And the people who wrote this test? Really obsessed!)
Tipped by indigo_spice:
Your Stripper Name is: Decadence
Get your own Stripper Name
My. Yeah, okay...not that I intend to start stripping...but it's nice to have a name. :)
Speaking of stripping...aelora, she of the intense Alessa fetish, found this intriguing thing. Apparently it's a promo for Alessa's new line of clothes, but it's still interesting.
(aelora says you have to be a guy to get the girls to strip down...which is fine. :) )
Pssst...hey...einmyrja, come look!
Hey. Did you know if you dyslexically type "yeah" you get "heya"?
What? I didn't know that until now. :)
Now, see, I can buy the half-clad olive-drab open-shirt look--that's common. I can even buy the bizarre plaid insert into what look like standard oversized satin basketball shorts. I can definitely buy Galliano deciding to take the Calvin Klein route and name his underwear.
What I don't get, what I'm finding difficult to understand, here, are the two pink flowers sticking out of this model's ears. I know I say this a lot during Galliano shows, but...why??
A model displays a creation by British fashion designer John Galliano during the Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection presentation in Paris, Friday, July 1, 2005. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 01, 2005)
Oh look, he's all blond now. That may explain some things...
British fashion designer John Galliano salutes the public at the end of the presentation of his Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection in Paris, Friday, July 1, 2005. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 01, 2005)
Someone tell me what's going on here. Please? Because near as I can figure, either this variation of the manskirt is partially inflatable, or there's something really awful happening with the plumbing on this model. Where the hell does that little tube start, anyway??
A model displays a creation by Dutch designer Dries Van Noten during the Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection presentation in Paris. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 02, 2005)
Clown pants!
Really. Who'd wear these? What man in his right mind would wear these?
Next up: Paris high fashion.
Models present creations by Japanese fashion designer Yohji Yamamoto during the presentation of his menswear spring/summer 2006 collection in Paris. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 02, 2005)
You can all say I'm a pervert now. I'll take it. Because there's really no other reason to post this than to say, Oooh look, near-nakedness!
Oh, well, I might point this out--Galliano designed these. Yes, the man of crack himself.
Models sport creations by British designer John Galliano for Christian Dior's Haute Couture Fall-Winter 2005/2006 fashion collection, presented in Paris, Wednesday, July 6, 2005. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 06, 2005)
Of course, then he went nuts again. I may be playing the overly conservative card here, but if you have a skirt flipped that high, you really might want to consider wearing...well...something that doesn't consist of interestingly-placed threads here and there. Right?
Maybe it's just me, but...this should be more of an outfit.
A model sports a creation by British designer John Galliano for Christian Dior's Haute Couture Fall-Winter 2005/2006 fashion collection, presented in Paris, Wednesday, July 6, 2005. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 06, 2005)
Finally got around to going through all the depressing songs audiography's been spinning all week...Found some oddities now and again I thought I'd share.
I found new Cake that I'd never heard before, Friend Is a Four Letter Word. Their trademark bitter cheer shines through quite well in this piece. And I also came across a Counting Crows number that doesn't sound like Adam Duritz is singing at all--Marjory Dreams of Horses.
Also, there's a great song by Tom Waits that came out of this week--And No One Knows I´m Gone. Wau. Such power in one broken voice. And possibly the ultimate "I'm broken" song, Matt Caplan's Broken:
Oh, but I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you and I could show the world your song
Oh, I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you, 'cause I was broken all along...
Damn.
Kristen Hersh, an artist I knew nothing about, hit me with The Letter and oh, man, have I been there...so I have to share her with you. And I heard another new group (to me) called Blake Babies, and their cripplingly perverse, bouncy little psycho number, Girl in a Box.
Finally, we end with the ultimate end-of-the-world song, Tom Lehrer's immortal We'll All Go Together When We Go. Hee.
Anyway, joeyfalconetti, while she, encap and litlbuddha were down visiting, had heard of this place, and how it had vegan menu offerings. And thus we set off on a Quest to Find Arabian Breeze. It turned out to be something of a quest to get there, too, but we made it with hunger and interest peaked.
There's not a lot for parking, for any of the locals interested in going--there's parking available on side streets, but if you don't pick the right side, you still have to cross the somewhat busy Broadway corner to corner, no light or stop sign. Which, the way Cat and I walk sometimes, could be a challenge. :)
But let me tell you the food is absolutely worth everything--I'm serious about that. They pan-toast incredibly thin sheets of flatbread, I can't remember the name, but they were wonderful just plain, and the restaurant gives this little olive-oil-and-lemon-and-basil dip for them, which is beyond good. We ordered hummus, and their hummus is good enough to break into tears for. Literally, the best hummus I have ever had, I'm not kidding.
And a good third of the menu was vegan. Even better, though they cook beef, lamb (lamb! Argh! A place with good lamb, so says catdancer, and I couldn't eat any!) and chicken, what we mostly smelled walking in was fresh bread, olive oil, vegetables and lemon.
joeyfalconetti nearly broke down, in a good way--she's not used to having more than one choice at restaurants. :) So to walk into a place where a good third of the items have the chipper Vegan Yes! after the description...it overwhelmed her a tad.
I had falafel, crunchy-spicy, bit of heat, absolutely wonderful, and Cat had the lamb, all wrapped up in more of the lovely fresh flatbread. I can't remember what everyone else had, but I do know that virtually everyone had enough to take food home--they do not believe in stinting portions. And considering the dinner prices average between eight and twelve dollars, one can only imagine how low their lunch prices are. They also offer desserts--everything from a crisp semolina-and-ground-almond cake drenched in rosewater syrup to a layered chocolate-and-vanilla pudding with cake on the sides, to plain butter cookies and Turkish coffee, fixed four ways--and, as the Buddha and the Encap found out, they have a small hookah garden in back, where incredibly fine flavored tobacco--they chose apple--is placed in hookahs for the enjoyment of patrons. (Costs $15, though I don't know if that's a doubled fee per person, for the use of the pipe, or per hour/half hour--still, the boys said it was more than worth the price.)
mutaytedjoe? Next time you come down, we are so dragging you to the Breeze. Damn.
La Roommate just came downstairs and yelled at me because the garbage cans aren't out front. Like it's my fault when bills aren't paid. I have zip nada for funds, when is she going to figure that out? That's part of why I put Cat on the account, because I got tired of bugging people to give me money to give to the garbage service!
And they're closed now. Wonderful. So I can't even find out what did happen until tomorrow. Argh!
Blogging as group therapy? Dunno if I entirely agree--a lot of my posts, at least on LJ, are not therapeutic--but it is a great way to stay in contact, somehow, with other people. And airing your problems, in whatever form, always relieves the pressure somewhat. So...maybe they're right. :)
Controlled separation? I like the idea.
The many and various definitions of 'sap'. Courtesy of cheapdialogue.
And DAMN! encap sent me this link, but it's all for Sims 2 skins! (Even though there are some I wouldn't use--the burned-all-over girl and the disemboweled girl are horrifying, but I adore the corpse and the ghost skins. And the Gimp? Just hysterical.
(But I can't use any of them! WAAAH!)
This is...good news? I'm with pandoras_closet, I'm holding off on the big party vibe until this is released and has been out a while. I've been to too many funerals for folks who signed up for miracle cures, frankly.
Hey. Like the music from Buffy season 7? Now you can take home some of the best pieces, courtesy of the composer. Tipped by the kindly folks over on audiography.
Whoa. There's a Darkover Purity test?? (Apparently I'm 55.92% pure. And the people who wrote this test? Really obsessed!)
Tipped by indigo_spice:
Your Stripper Name is: Decadence
Get your own Stripper Name
My. Yeah, okay...not that I intend to start stripping...but it's nice to have a name. :)
Speaking of stripping...aelora, she of the intense Alessa fetish, found this intriguing thing. Apparently it's a promo for Alessa's new line of clothes, but it's still interesting.
(aelora says you have to be a guy to get the girls to strip down...which is fine. :) )
Pssst...hey...einmyrja, come look!
Hey. Did you know if you dyslexically type "yeah" you get "heya"?
What? I didn't know that until now. :)
Now, see, I can buy the half-clad olive-drab open-shirt look--that's common. I can even buy the bizarre plaid insert into what look like standard oversized satin basketball shorts. I can definitely buy Galliano deciding to take the Calvin Klein route and name his underwear.
What I don't get, what I'm finding difficult to understand, here, are the two pink flowers sticking out of this model's ears. I know I say this a lot during Galliano shows, but...why??
A model displays a creation by British fashion designer John Galliano during the Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection presentation in Paris, Friday, July 1, 2005. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 01, 2005)
Oh look, he's all blond now. That may explain some things...
British fashion designer John Galliano salutes the public at the end of the presentation of his Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection in Paris, Friday, July 1, 2005. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 01, 2005)
Someone tell me what's going on here. Please? Because near as I can figure, either this variation of the manskirt is partially inflatable, or there's something really awful happening with the plumbing on this model. Where the hell does that little tube start, anyway??
A model displays a creation by Dutch designer Dries Van Noten during the Men's Spring-Summer 2006 ready-to-wear collection presentation in Paris. (AP Photo/Jerome Delay) (July 02, 2005)
Clown pants!
Really. Who'd wear these? What man in his right mind would wear these?
Next up: Paris high fashion.
Models present creations by Japanese fashion designer Yohji Yamamoto during the presentation of his menswear spring/summer 2006 collection in Paris. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 02, 2005)
You can all say I'm a pervert now. I'll take it. Because there's really no other reason to post this than to say, Oooh look, near-nakedness!
Oh, well, I might point this out--Galliano designed these. Yes, the man of crack himself.
Models sport creations by British designer John Galliano for Christian Dior's Haute Couture Fall-Winter 2005/2006 fashion collection, presented in Paris, Wednesday, July 6, 2005. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 06, 2005)
Of course, then he went nuts again. I may be playing the overly conservative card here, but if you have a skirt flipped that high, you really might want to consider wearing...well...something that doesn't consist of interestingly-placed threads here and there. Right?
Maybe it's just me, but...this should be more of an outfit.
A model sports a creation by British designer John Galliano for Christian Dior's Haute Couture Fall-Winter 2005/2006 fashion collection, presented in Paris, Wednesday, July 6, 2005. (AP Photo/Francois Mori) (July 06, 2005)
Finally got around to going through all the depressing songs audiography's been spinning all week...Found some oddities now and again I thought I'd share.
I found new Cake that I'd never heard before, Friend Is a Four Letter Word. Their trademark bitter cheer shines through quite well in this piece. And I also came across a Counting Crows number that doesn't sound like Adam Duritz is singing at all--Marjory Dreams of Horses.
Also, there's a great song by Tom Waits that came out of this week--And No One Knows I´m Gone. Wau. Such power in one broken voice. And possibly the ultimate "I'm broken" song, Matt Caplan's Broken:
Oh, but I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you and I could show the world your song
Oh, I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you, 'cause I was broken all along...
Damn.
Kristen Hersh, an artist I knew nothing about, hit me with The Letter and oh, man, have I been there...so I have to share her with you. And I heard another new group (to me) called Blake Babies, and their cripplingly perverse, bouncy little psycho number, Girl in a Box.
Finally, we end with the ultimate end-of-the-world song, Tom Lehrer's immortal We'll All Go Together When We Go. Hee.