Friday, 1 June 2018

SARASOTA RESTAURANT REVIEW


I've just discovered an awesome eatery.  It is  Sarasota's new


Cafe Cliché 

You can find Cafe Cliché  nestled in an iconic 2014 cottage, right in the heart of Sarasota's historic faux village.

Owner/Chefs Ursula Unfeigned and Sid Sincere offer you a game changing gustatory experience from their hand curated menu.

So, Each item is prepared from their hearts to your table, using only locally sourced produce. 

So, The signature dish is Bouef au prétentieux crafted with you in mind from their herd of hand fed Beef Cattle, pastured on the verdant banks of the Philippi Creek, (voted for seventy consecutive years as Sarasota's # 1 stream)

So, For your bucket list see your server for details of the breath taking monthly "meet a bullock day" down at the Creek.

So, Overseas visitors will be enchanted with our multi-lingual wait staff who are able to purr "No problem" in a multitude of languages.

So, looking forward, you will arrive a a guest, and leave as a beloved friend. Experience Awesome.


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Notes

(1) My good nephew Dan posted a picture from a restaurant he and his partner Christine had visited in the U.K. . It included a bit of the menu on which one section was titled "The Steak Experience".

(Visions of visiting the cooler for a conversation with the Ribeyes).

(2) The other days a clerk at Trader Joe's asked about my plans for the day. I muttered something about climbing Mount Dora, (164 feet above sea level) and he replied (yes, you've already got it): "AWESOME".

(3) A clerk at Total wine stood in my path today. I said "please excuse me". He stepped back and replied "NO PROBLEM". I could not resist retorting "I am so glad that it was not a problem".




Wednesday, 30 May 2018

Apropos not much

Remember when our shopping lists, written or mental, would include the words "Reynolds Wrap" and "Saran Wrap" rather than the generics "aluminum foil"  ("tin foil" for some people),   or "plastic wrap".




Those were also the days when we did not copy documents, we "xeroxed" them.




Some generic terms will not die.    In Great Britain people do not vacuum clean their carpets and floors.  They "Hoover" them.  Imagine hoovering with your Dyson!




Speaking of copiers and printers why do we hear  "I will print it up"  rather than "print it"?

And why are artifacts and houses etc auctioned off? Surely they are simply offered for auction. (I've seen auction houses but never-ever an action off house!).

AND ANOTHER THING!

Perhaps I am old fashioned, or perhaps I am simply a fuss-pot but I insist on writing certain abbreviated words thus:

'phone

photo'

'bus

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Have you already guessed that I've  had very little of any importance to occupy my mind today.

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

Dog days of May

Here is a better picture of Josie, the Spitz/Husky who owns my Roswell, GA friends Steve and Rick.

Photo' courtesy Rick
Please, whatever you do, do not tell Zion that I two-timed him in my two days of bliss with Josie.

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Of course I absolutely adore Zion.



But love has its limits. I've had to keep Zion off my furniture 'cause his drool was deleterious to the leather.  See this for an example of my first very ugly  barriers.


Folding chairs on sofa.


Or even worse


Ironing board on love seat.

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I came to another solution today by purchasing some inter-locking plastic tiles to place on my sofas and love seat. (the sort that are often used on the floor  to make a safe indoor play area for children).



They do the job, but they hardly support my home decor.

This is not surprising.  For somewhere along the line I lost (or had never had) the gay men's interior decoration gene.  Nor had I inherited my mother's sense of style.

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I'll shed no tears, for I have a very comfortable (but not stylish) home,  and a dog who has won my heart.

Who could ask for anything more?






Monday, 28 May 2018

Well contented and utterly grateful


I flew from SRQ to ATL on Saturday 26th, returning on Monday 28th.

My good neighbour Barbara B drove me to SRQ on Saturday, and met me there today.

Despite my worries about sub-tropical storm Alberto my flights were on time.  We even got back to SRQ early today.

The very excellent Chris S stayed in my home and took care of Zion.  Chris is a superb house/pet sitter. His prices are very reasonable.

I wanted to be in Atlanta (actually Roswell) to spend some time with a dear friend Steve C.  I knew and loved  his mother and grandmother from when we met in Fitchburg MA  (1976-80).  By then Steve had already flown the nest, but since 2006 Steve, his partner Rick,  and I have grown a friendship.

Dear Steve's daughter Amanda died in April of this year at the too young age of 42, leaving a husband and three daughters.   I could not be at the funeral so I went to Roswell to listen to Steve and Rick, and to honour their grief.


And now that daughter has died.   Beloved Steve and good Rick talked a lot about their grief.  I listened as well as I could, and responded as well as I could - not with "answers" but with the best truthful understanding which I could muster, and with my own lachrymose eyes.

Saturday May 26th was also my 74th birthday.  Rick and Steve made sure that I celebrated it in style.

They took me to dinner at one of Roswell's "very best" 
 https://www.bistrovgroswell.com  together with their midtown Atlanta friends, another Steve,  and Terry, both of  whom I had met before.

It was a jolly party with great food.  I opted for trout, served over a bed of multi-coloured carrots. It was one of the best restaurant meals ever!   I made sure that that Bistro V's manager reported my deep compliments to the Chef.





Rick and Steve with me at Bistro V


Dessert, a birthday cake for me, was served back at Steve and Rick's home.




This chocolate birthday cake had been made and baked by Rick.  I had to confess that I have a strong dislike for chocolate cake.  Ne'er mind.  Others scoffed it down and Rick was wonderfully gracious about this

But wait, there is more!  On Sunday morning I had breakfast with Susan H.   I have known her since she was a High School student in Pittsfield MA. She now lives in Lawrenceville GA.  It was so good to see her again.




















Here we are after breakfast

Rick and Steve offered me two birthday gifts.



Ho hum for this anti-monarchist! 


And this wall plaque  created by Rick.  Oh wow!   Septuagenarians don't expect birthday gifts.  This one, an expression of love and care, made me grin from ear to ear. 




My beloved Zion!


But please do not tell Zion that I cheated on him.

For Steve and Rick have a super Spitshusky named Josie.


She is as utterly sweet as is my Zion.  

Back in Sarasota with a grateful heart I was reunited with Zion.  There was an abundance of whooping and hollering, dancing and prancing.  And that was just me.