Lunch with Guy
Guy is Grandpa, at least for the moment in this house. Grandpa arrived Thursday afternoon in order to attend Kelsey's First Communion, and Nicholas immediately dubbed him, "Guy." Guy is quite the term of endearment, used for the person who drives his toy trucks, for Kelsey's swimming teacher (real name: Brian), for the garbage man (on a pedestal in Nicholas's eyes), and the person who steers the fire truck that seems to whizz past us almost daily. It's quite the catchall term, and apparently much easier to say than Grandpa.
While much of our work for this special weekend was completed early on, I had a terrible time deciding on a gift. Once I figured out something meaningful, but not overwhelming, I needed to find a store that might offer such an item. I was really hoping to find an independently owned shop that might have a larger selection of unique jewelry or books that might not be highlighted in larger bookstores. Nothing off the wall, but I love supporting local businesses, and an extra bonus if they are remotely free-trade and/or eco-friendly.
I heard of a local store, Sagrada, in Oakland, and could tell from their web-site that they had a large religious/spiritual selection. Having not been to Oakland too frequently (other than the zoo, science center and airport), I figured a trip to the store would give me a chance to explore a bit more. We decided to go Friday morning, and headed west on a gorgeously clear and sunny day. Ideally, we would have taken the Bart, but opted to drive as we had to be at school for pick-up by 2:30 p.m.
The shop is located on Telegraph in the Temescal/Telegraph neighborhood. Parking was a bit tricky, but we found a spot and walked half a block to the store. It was everything I had hoped for and more...spiritual, but in many directions. While they had a healthy section for the celebration of First Communions, it could be said there was something for everyone no matter what their belief. I found the key gift for Kelsey and a few cards for other cousins also making their First Communion. Dad and Nicholas also explored, finding a crayon table (key for the younger set) in their small, but well-stocked children's section, and a water-go (in this case, a fountain).
Dad made a few purchases, and we realized we had just enough time for a sit-down lunch. Our only problem was deciding where to go. Everything along the block whet our appetites, and after a bit of discussion, we settled on Ethiopian at Asmara. It was a simple, but charming restaurant. We were promptly seated and took entirely too long to decide on a meal. We ended up sharing a beef entree and vegetarian combo of red lentils, yellow lentils, mustard greens and veggies. It was served with generous amounts of injera bread and salad.
The lentils were smooth, but flavorful and the mustard greens were finely chopped and just a bit spicy. I also opted for steamed milk with honey, the perfect accompaniment for my meal. Nicholas asked for a fork at first, but once we explained that they weren't necessary, he dove in and alternated between eating with his fingers and utilizing the bread. Dad also got into the spirit of things, and we before long the tray was nearly empty.
We couldn't stay for dessert, as the school day was almost over, and we still had rummage sale stuff drop-off (a whole car load!), choir practice (and extra practice for Cait), as well as our first cook-out of the year on the to do list. I really wished we had more time to explore, though, as it was a neighborhood full of unique shops and eateries that I now regret not finding sooner.