I hope you all had a wonderful Father’s Day Weekend. My own dad was out of town until yesterday afternoon, so we got together later in the day for a little Father’s Day dinner. My mom put me in charge of the simple syrup for some mint juleps we made. She must really trust me to put me in charge of such a big task like melting sugar into water.
Anyways, there were a lot of things I thought I was going to do this weekend, like deep clean my kitchen (ha!), eat breakfast at Jelly Cafe in Capitol Hill, sleep in, watch the Rockies win and replace the sweater I lost in Vegas last month, but…most of that didn’t happen. Instead…
I watched the Rockies blow a 5 run lead in the 6th to lose the game. Come on! I distracted myself with beer and the beautiful Colorado sunset. Can you make out the mountains way in the background?
Can I just say that I have been jonesing for a Bloody Mary lately. Every time Joey goes golfing he comes home and tells me about how he had one and I’m always jealous. My solution to this very serious problem was to pick out a new breakfast restaurant for us to try on Saturday morning. I picked a place called Jelly Cafe and was at a loss when we showed up and it was closed due to “unforeseeable circumstances.” Plan B: Snooze!
By the time we got there, there was a pretty sizable crowd waiting outside, but the wait was only 30 minutes (nothing compared to the 1 hour and 45-minutes I’ve waited there previously) so we hung out in the sun and waited for a table.
Side note: Joey has thee shiniest pair of Oakley’s and I am constantly taking pictures of things reflected in them. And I’m going to pretend he appreciates that I do this…
As crowded as it always is, I actually know quite a few people who don’t really like Snooze. My two cents is that it’s probably not the best food in the world, but the atmosphere, the fun menu options and the fact that I can get a flight of unique pancakes puts me in the “I love Snooze” camp. Also, I’m game for anywhere with an extensive breakfast drink menu.
Long-awaited Bloody Mary! I ordered the “Bloody Maria” and actually liked Joey’s “El Mejor” (above!) better. It wasn’t quite as spicy and had a cool pepper salt on the rim.
As you can imagine, this tableful of food launched me into a small food coma and I was basically falling asleep on the couch when my mom rang to tell me she had a cancellation and could fit me in for a 1 o’clock massage. Seriously the best. Spent the afternoon on our teeny patio, reading and sipping an iced coffee then headed to a yoga class. Happy Saturday, indeed.
Saturday ended with these adorably rustic spinach-ricotta calzones. Homemade, mind you!
And then we hit up a late showing of the Great Gatsby. We went to this tiny movie theater that’s a little on the older side and it was pretty deserted. I was pretty sure we were going to be the only people in the theater, but to my dismay another couple came in at the last minute. Which was mostly a bummer because I was ready to loudly talk during the movie.
I just read Gatsby in March so it was really fresh in my mind and I thought it was pretty authentic to the book. Except that part where Nick Carroway was in an insane asylum — what the heck was that about?? That being said, I wasn’t a huge fan of the movie, but only because I’m also not a huge fan of the book. I just find it incredibly disappointing that Gatsby isn’t actually suave or confident or really all that sane.
Yesterday was pretty quiet. And let’s not talk about how those mint juleps turned out. Holy strong! My sister and I eventually traded ours in for margaritas, which are much more my kind of drink.
What did you do this weekend?
Have you read or seen the Great Gatsby?
What’s your mixed drink of choice?