Lola at the Coffee House

picked green and semi ripened on the train. Whats not to like?

We do get some really good off season tomatoes that are hothouse grown and picked ripe. They only keep for several days and they are shipped every dayfrom NJ. They are almost as good as summer fresh

I'm not much of a donut person, per se, but some of us around these parts like to go to a not to far away Donut Mart, run (I think owned?) by a nice man from Pakistan, and peopled with who(m)? some of us neighborhood types who don't see many donuts in this city and don't have many neighborhood spaces to gather; people passing on their way to or back from the I 40; miscellaneous albuturkey folk of many mien and demeanors. Diane and I were treated to the presence of people who must have been escaping from some social gathering - elegant (well suited) older men and their interesting well dressed wives. They stayed quite a while chatting away, as we did, it's our talk place, as we do when it is empty too. I surmise it is near the wifi source, as there are guys tapping away from time to time.

They have bagels that are direct opposites of any good ones in new york or montreal or old time los angeles (I. M. Joys). But so do other places. They have not heard of lox, probably just as well - these are bagel offshoots. I'll call them flyers.
The coffee is a local brand, not bad. I've yet to try the pinon stuff.

My idea of a cruller:



That other cutie thing is, to me, a french donut.

We get so called hot house grown.

<give me a break!>

Your hot house items sound better. For what I am used to trying re hot house, it's a waste of moolah.
Maybe this year I'll try my own again. Last year the winds did them in, staked or not.

Nothing beats fresh vine ripened tomatoes of course. However, in winter, when we want to make a shrimp creole, wed mix some canned chopped tomatoes and a few of the hothouse. I dont think Id make a BLT with hothouse maters. They still have that "cardboardy" consistency even though they were picked ripe.The hothouse is merely a place holder ofr making fried tomatoes or a muffaletta.(sp?)

I have noticed recently fm that you are often missing a letter of two at the beginning of your posts. I think this might be due to you being too eager to get going after you click on reply. There is a longer delay than there used to be.

Does the tip of your tongue peep out of the corner of your mouth during this short period? You needn't worry about us being impatient to experience your words of wisdom.

Hi all. Lot's of interest in food here I see. OK by me, I'm an omnivor. Photos of pastries are inherently unfair - the glitter of the sugary fat on the surface makes the sight far too appetizing. Some are simply too sweet for my taste, though I do like a little slightly tart fruit filling as a compliment to it. However one pronounces them (and only the British appear to care about that) I do like scones very much. Great with some strong coffee in the early morning.

Someone please tell me again just what is poutine ? I know it's a Quebec/Canadian favorite, but that's all. Evidently Thomas liked it.

I know that bannocks figured frequently in Robert Service's poetry, though I've never eaten one.

I share farmerman's taste for fresh veggies. A salad with greens, carrots, peas, sweet onions, red & green peppers, mushrooms and a little avocado is heaven to me.

I'll have a strong coffee ! Who is that scowling surly looking guy in the corner? Oh ! It's Setanta. How'ya doing pal ?

There is only one way to eat tomatoes. You just get a chair and a salt cellar and sit in your greenhouse on a warm day and chomp.

Poutine, which was invented a little over fifty years ago by a restauranteur in Sherbrooke, Québec, is fries with cheese curds on top, and covered in hot brown gravy. I love 'em.

50 years ago, hell! It is the ambrosia the gods ate up on Olympus.

There are a couple of little shops off the side-streets in the Old Town of Montreal that serve poutine so good you'll swear you died and have joined those Olympic gods.

I actually can see why Thomas did not share. No damned god is gettin' any of my poutine . . . they can get their own.

Lotta talking in here. Noisy place.

I just wanted to confess that I have some fantasies involving the teletubbies. I really didn't open to this part of my deepest self until Jerry Falwell tore away the curtains from my eyes (they were lavender with an ink sketch of the bridge at Avignon, at end of day...quite lovely curtains, really) and then everything was different.

The thing about revelations - they are unexpected. It's not what you thought was coming. The good ones. The good revelations arrive like a nun pinching your ass. No sh*t?! That's what makes them different than, say, grocery lists. Or those f*cking alimony payments. Where was I? But unless you are turned in your path then that revelation is like a jelly bean skin.

Greenhouses. How posh.

Oh Lola...
Does this place serve only Coffee?
I used to frequent an establishment which was both a bar and a coffee shop (and sometimes music venue). Well... to be honest... an often times music venue.
I knew a bartender/barista there. By knew I mean just that. I never knew her in the Biblical sense, but to do so would have been a delight.
I had a drink there named after myself "The Dirty Jesus".
Perhaps the etymology deserves exposition. My hair was longer then. With my bearded and effeminate face I did look a bit the part of many traditional iconographies. My nickname being Nurse Jesus. Nurse Jesus of course drank like a chimney and smoked like a fish.
Sarah's drink was "The Dirty Sweatshirt". Mine was the vegan version.
Could you be a doll and make me the drink, provided the recipe?

Tall glass 1/2 filled with ice.
1 shot vanilla vodka (Vanilla Stoli).
1 shot coffee liqueur (Kahlua).
1 shot raspberry liqueur (Chambord).
2 shots espresso.
Fill remaining glass with soy milk. (Soya milk if you Brits insist.)

Sarah was a generous and beguiling dame. Her interpretation of "shot" was more grand than most. I suggest you take her lead on this.

A good one needs no salt..

He's a baddie with enchiladas too, just ask Mame to testify..

Mixing stuff like that is popular.




So is the bathroom.

Okay....Well ....I will excuse myself then.

I remember doing that once in Marina del Rey, yaaak. That was years before I lived near there and had friends with offices there.

I'm fixing up my twin brother's house and garden. I've just spiffied up his garden shed and have built a new door for it that features a jelly bean aquarium. i'm quite proud.