Saturday, December 8, 2012

Dona Mari

We are cruising to eat at every restaurant on State Street in Orem.

     Been a while since we’ve eaten out – maybe we should go on a cruise and force us to do nothing but entertainment.  However, probably I would take laptop computer so I would not feel unproductive, or at least have internet access, or at very least a book.  10 or so years ago, we did go on a river raft down the Colorado for 3 or 4 days and left the world behind for those few days.  I remember towards the final hours of that trip how I felt the responsibilities descend back upon my shoulders. 
   Anyway, been thinking about other families and how some have themes.  We went to a musical fireside put on by a very talented family.  Another friend early in their marriage determined to be a skiing family.  I started thinking what is our family mission statement.  We had a few weeks discussion about that a year or so ago – sparked by the Leave it Better motto of another family I admire. John came up with “Empty the Nest” somewhat tongue in cheek but it is the only one that stuck.  But Empty the Nest can be positive if thought of in the best light. 
    So, back to eating out: we tried a fairly new homestyle Mexican restaurant, Dona Mari.  Many Hispanics eating there indicated to me a truer taste.  We had the special, a homemade soup, and a huge burrito w/large potato chunks.  The soup bowl was so big that John and I just ate that, and we took the burrito home.  The burrito didn’t survive long when Phil saw it.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Weinerschnitzel - Election Day

We are cruising to eat at every restaurant on State Street in Orem.

Election day 2012. John and I went to vote we thought fairly early, right after dropping Phil at school about 7:20.  We faced a long line.  We walked past zillions of people lining the walls of the elementary school, then turned the corner and still more people lining the walls down the next hall.  I could finally see the end, but by then had lost John.  Turns out he was still back up around the corner treating the line like a reception line and shaking hands and greeting all the people he recognized and even many who he did not recognize.  We waited in line, reading and chatting with those around us.  We smiled at the elementary school children as they wound their way through the adult lined halls of their school on their way to class. About 45 minutes later, John remembered he had a upgrade to do for work. He hustled home to get the process started remotely and told me to save his place in line. We exchanged a few texts as I edged closer to the door to the lunch room.  Eventually I let people go in front of me at that door so I could hold his place in line, but stay up front. There I was able to read all the voting instruction posters. It wasn’t long before my fellow linemates had voted and gone.  Now I’d been there about an hour and 15 minutes.
   You may wonder what all this has to do with eating on State Street. Well each minute took me one minute closer to lunch. 
   I stood by the door continuing to tell people to go ahead of me.  Pretty soon some people started asking me questions as I must have looked official at my post at the door to the entry of the lunchroom.  Most were aware you needed to bring driver’s license or other id.  One older woman approached me and asked if her two alternate id’s (a bill and social security card) was adequate.  I motioned over the real official, who by now I had talked with a few times.  Early on he had walked the line and kindly offered mint candies.  At first the official told the woman that the social security card was not adequate because no picture.  She was devastated, especially after the long wait etc.  This was my chance to shine and I showed the official on the poster where it said SS card was okay.  Unfortunately she still had an issue because the bill wasn’t a utility bill, but the official took her up to another table, I think she got to vote.
   Finally, half hour later John came.  We voted, then went home to check on process and little later went to Wienerschnitzel.  Can’t even remember the last time I’ve been there. Likely decades ago.  Kind of cool to be old enough to say I haven’t done that for decades.  John and I ate there a few times as newlyweds. I am certain it was called “der Weinerschnitzel” back then. We liked the chili cheese dogs.  That became a regular meal (cook at home type).  Our children liked to eat these.  At the State Street Weinerschnitzel, I enjoyed looking at the historical pictures on the walls of old and original DW.  What was even more amazing to me was how busy they were at 11:30 am on a Tuesday. This was truly an historical day in more than one way.  2012 election and I went back to Weinerschnitzel.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


We are cruising to eat at every restaurant on State Street in Orem.

  Lunch again today with a good friend!  Initially my goal was to meet up with her about July, so not too bad finally connecting around September. I used to work with her and miss her amazing talents and cheerfulness. She now works on State Street so as I drove to pick her up for lunch, I looked for restaurant options.  Wingers was close, and I had a coupon.  Double reason.  Well, really triple reason to go there.  I explained to her about our State Street cruise.  Ironically her parents have been on a cruise to Panama and she encouraged us not to drop that dream completely.  She had also been on a recent trip to Costa Rica for her sister’s wedding, and raved about the beauty there.  You take a walk and see monkeys hanging in the trees.  Cool.  I told John about this and a few days later he e-mailed me info about a cruise to Costa Rica.  Keep the possibilities open, right?