I know. I own the irony.
Still I’m a fan. A big fan because through Facebook I've found and reconnected with pals from high school, the boys and girls now men and women with whom I shared teenage angst and unbridled hope for four years, some more. We even had a mini-reunion a couple of years back. And a blog I wrote prior to this one led an old chum my way who's a new friend (again), decades on. There’s something cyclical and spectacular about girlhood pals becoming adult confidantes; together we remember who we were then while relishing where we are now and every step feels familiar. She's settled in Fort Collins (a good drive north) and we make dates often, socialize for real and I've grown to adore her town.
And Jay’s Bistro, a regular and return destination.
My only wish is that is came in bowl or soup tureen, the dippy cheese so good I was tempted to clean the crock with a finger once the bread was gone.
Hence the spoon.
In a really, really good way.
And although never a fan of fried squid, take the Calamari for a spin through the lemon aioli drizzle and garden fresh marina. I sort of converted.
The Mussels Provencale come plenty to share for just $10, steamed in white wine garlic broth, topped with chewy sundried tomatoes (better than a tomato puree base) and salty capers.
So kids, I guess the moral of this story is make new friends, but keep the old. And go outside, in the fresh air with the real people. You can Poke out there too.
And try the calamari. You don’t have to like it, but at least try it.