Were they on a first date?
Were they already a couple?
Were they arguing?
Or were they just friends?
They shared no signs of affection with each other,
though they displayed all the characteristics of being on a date.
They had a picnic basket and were dressed stylishly. The woman was wearing Converse All-Star high tops with her cute dress. I love the way her belt is twisted in the back.
He had taken his son on vacation, maybe to the most remote place in the United States that he could think of, to escape the city during the one year anniversary of that day. His story was one of fear and narrow escape. It was late in the evening and after dinner he sent his son back to their hotel room to play video games while he stayed and ordered himself a drink. He sat quietly in silence. I could feel his thoughts as I watched him. I approached him to see if I could get him anything else and he began to tell me about that day. He was my last table of the evening, so I stayed and listened. Without getting into the details of his story, I can say that I walked away from his table a little different than I was before I met him. I don't know his name, but I'll never forget him. His experience was so frightening and yet his message was one of hope and perseverance. He said that up to that day, he had been focused on being the best, being wealthy, being powerful. And one year later his concerns were for family & friends. His goals were rooted in love and compassion. He left me a very good cash tip. But his story is what I valued most from our encounter.
So where was I on September 11, 2001?
I was 23 years old. I was sleeping cozily in my bed at the home of my father and step-mother in Polson, Montana. I was known for staying up late and sleeping all day, so when my dad called me from work around 7 am MST and asked where I was, I grumbled, "In bed!" like he was the most stupid man alive.
He told me, "Get up! Turn on the tv! We're under attack!" and then he hung up. My father is a dramatic man, so I took my time, but I did eventually get up. I turned on the tv just in time to hear the terror in the newscasters voice as the second plane crashed into the tower. I cried out, "Noooo!!!" as I watched the towers fall! I paced the floors of our safe little house on a beautiful hill top in Montana with a majestic view of the Mission Mountain range. I'd never been so relieved to be in the "middle of nowhere" and yet I didn't feel nearly as safe as I had when I'd gone to bed the night before.
My heart was on the floor!
I thought of all of those people in The City.
In the airplanes.
In the towers.
I felt helpless and horrified. How could this happen?
I'll never, ever forget that horrible day.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat!
It's not a large kitchen, which made it that much more impressive.
horseradish and mushrooms
The Pierogies are a house specialty and it's no wonder why. They were sooooo good!
This appetizer was the star of the evening. It was the dish we were most curious to try and it did not disappoint! I was so impressed that I took the most photos of it. Ha! Who knew bone marrow would be soooo delicious?!
It really was one of the most amazing flavors to ever grace my palette.
half dozen with mignonette
Beef Cheek Pierogies
horseradish and mushrooms
sea salt, oregano, capers and chilies
Bacon Lardon Salad
poached egg, frisee, dijon & crispy pigs ear
Me: Filet Mignon with sea salt & olive oil
It was simple, delicious and the best filet I've ever had... and I've had my fair share.
Husband: Veal Chop Milanese with roasted tomato, onion and arugula.
Entrees Side Dish:
Fried Brussels Sprouts...
which were amazing and a huge portion.
I wished I could take home what we couldn't finish.
In case you couldn't tell, this meal was a true experience.
One that we won't soon forget.
If you ever have the chance to dine at Roast, DO IT! You won't regret it.
With man's clay, they kneaded the cup outright.
The dwellers of God's heavenly abode,
Drank wine with me-a beggar of the road.
Heaven could not bear this wonderful trust,
That to a madman this honor was thrust.
Disputes of religions is but a false pretense,
Having not seen the Truth, they speak nonsense.
Thank God! There is peace between Him and me.
So dancing mystics took their cups with glee.
What makes the candle laughing isn't a flame.
The fire that burned the butterfly is my aim.
No one can display thoughts as Hafiz can,
No such words are written by the pen of man.
-Poem by Hafiz
With the exception of the following two, most of these have had very little editing. Just a bit of cropping here and there and a smidge of blurring around the edges. Colors are pretty much untouched. (I did mess with the color a bit on photo #4)