The thought of my last post, regarding death, and now this one about food brings a bemused smile to my face. Maybe it seems an odd jump but I witnessed a woman's love for her family. It was beautiful and I appreciate beauty in all forms. In a painting, the pattern of raindrops on the window, in the above cup of coffee.
I was drawn to the Beyu Caffe because of the name. Be you. Poetic. I've eaten there three times. Once with Bran, once alone and once with Boy and Ms. Finicky...not a crime fighting duo. Brandy was immediately turned off by the ladies room. Someone had shaved in the sink. I was so enthralled with the smells and sights I didn't care. For heaven's sake...they didn't shave in the kitchen!
This is the place I'd been looking for. Decadent vegetarian food (yes decadent and vegetarian go together), chocolate and coffee. Woo hoo! I was so happy I didn't mind the inept waitress. Poor thing, I swear there was a thought bubble above her head with things like, "Wonder why those ladies are looking at me? I wish I had a sparkly ball. Hmm...did I remember to shave both legs or did I do the left leg twice again?" Goat cheese quesadillas with avocado cream are worth this to me. I'm that easy.
The second time I was alone. It was the day Brandy left and I wanted a pick me up. I got there around brunch and sat at the bar intent on drowning my sorrows with coffee. The bartender told me the special...something with eggs, mushrooms, cheese and peppers. It was so fabulous I forgot I hate mushrooms. The woman sitting beside me struck up a conversation about one of my biggest loves in life, dancing. She was on break from an all day dancing seminar. I got the scoop on where to do Salsa and Swing if I was ever inclined. What could have been a sad little meal turned into a delightful experience.
The third time I took Boy and Ms. Finicky. We'd just walked out of a place a block away because horrors...there was no kids menu! (I didn't feel like anything on their menu either.) Beyu has no kids menu but they have a gorgeous dessert case when you first walk in. They were sold because yes, my children will sell their principles for a piece of chocolate cake. Our lovely waitress skillfully led Ms. Finicky to the most appropriate choice for children, she loved it. Boy got wings...it's hard to mess those up. They both want to go back. Incidentally I saw the waitress I had the first time and I swear I heard her mumbling something about a sparkly ball.
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