Showing posts with label Date nights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Date nights. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Better get this posted: Valentine's Dinner

I FINALLY GOT TO GO TO LOG HAVEN FOR DINNER!!!

February has been so busy I have gotten behind on posting our "doings". 
Valentine's Day found Bernie winging his way back to South Carolina, so we celebrated the day before, on Sunday evening, at Log Haven.
LOG HAVEN!!!
Let me just say it again:  I finally got to go to LOG HAVEN FOR DINNER!!!




























The Valentine's Day suggested menu. 
I went for the Alpine Rose cocktail (wonderful!), the first course soup (life changing!  Two strips of prosciutto crossed on the bottom of the bowl with the soup poured over them...an interesting way to present the soup's meat)
The crab cakes were much larger than I expected.  I had almost decided to skip the main course and just make a run for the dessert.
I wish I had stuck to my first impulse; after the crab cakes I was too full to do more than sample the pork based course that I substituted for the Valentine's suggestion.
It worked out OK; I took it home and enjoyed it as an amazing lunch at work the next day.



Bernie was his usual suave handsome self.
I was trying to be discreet and not use a flash at the restaurant.


Bernie switched to flash for my picture, the  rest of the people present just had to deal with it.


Bernie ordered some kind of chicken dish that was plated like an extreme architectural design.
It was beautiful, but honestly, having to "unbuild" food can be a bit of a bother.


My pork dish.  Extra yummy a day later.


The water that was served with dinner was drawn from this mountain side spring.
Our waiter shared that bit of information; city dweller me immediately thought "oh I wonder if it is tested to be safe to drink."
Um, like don't an awful lot of people drink water that doesn't get processed thought metropolitan water districts?
The water was wonderful.  Of course it safe.  Restaurants are checked for safety of course!
In the summer months Log Haven is THE place to go to sit on a deck above the spring trickles, have a glass of wine and watch the sun setting from a deck nestled into the hillside forest.
We'll be back for that option for sure.


Another interesting dining space is the library room.


I would like being served in that room too, although I imagine I would be roaming around checking out the book titles between courses..


From Log Haven's website:

In 1920, Salt Lake steel baron and Metropolitan Opera member L.F. Rains created the breathtaking log hideaway as an anniversary gift for his wife. Logs from Oregon were shipped via San Francisco and hauled four miles up Millcreek Canyon by horse-drawn wagon. Appropriately named “Log Haven” and built at the base of cliffs and flowing waterfalls, the Rains family used the sanctuary as a summer home. The idyllic retreat became a gathering place for many local executives who came to explore the mountains, fish in the creek and sit by the home’s many fireplaces while hatching plans for the future of Salt Lake City and Utah.


During the Depression, an insurance executive named Gleed Miller bought Log Haven and turned it into a year-round residence. He added additional rooms and built an ice skating pond and horse stables across the road. When the Miller children grew up and left their wilderness-near-the-city-nest, the property passed to Stanley Sprouse, who converted the log home to a restaurant. During the late 1980s, Log Haven fell into disrepair and was slated to be destroyed. Luckily, Margo Provost purchased Log Haven in 1994 and completely refurbished and renovated this historic retreat.

(The owner now lives across the road where the ice skating pond and horse stables are.  That property has two mill wheels and I have photographed the scenic property many times.)


 
The restaurant has its own blog, where the chef's latest creations are pictured and events such as a Scottish wedding are documented.  Interestingly, the chef has created a gluten free menu!  For those who need such a menu, his photos may provide some culinary inspiration.
 
It was a lovely way to celebrate Valentine's day eve, especially since my sweet heart would not be with me on the Saint's day proper!
 
Stop here if you do not wish to do some thinking along with me about these modern times.
 
An oddish comment:  Bernie once told me about a co-worker who had his dad come out for a visit.  Wishing to take his dad somewhere very special for dinner, he chose Log Haven.  Later he commented to Bernie that they felt a bit odd eating there together; it was clearly a "romantic" restaurant, and being there as a middle aged guy with his dad felt pretty odd.
While we were there for Valentine's Day eve, we were seated between tables for two, each with a man/woman couple, and down the way were two early thirty something guys dining together.  After I posted these picture I noticed the picture above showed two additional tables with guys dining together.
 
It sort of bothers me that due to the heavily publicized gay life style, I found myself wondering about the nature of the relationship between two guys dining together.  Bernie said that when two "straight" guys want to go eat, they either go to a bar or a "regular" type restaurant like a steak house.  He often dines with other men as part of doing business, as does our son.  Christian family men are being encourage to seek out friendship with other men, which requires putting together either activities (which generally makes prolonged conversation impossible) or going on "man dates" to eat breakfast, lunch or dinner together somewhere.
 
If the men have the means to do so, why shouldn't they enjoy a really great meal like is found at Log Haven?
They should, and yet, because of media agenda, now such a choice gets filtered through a questioning minds.
 
Maybe you or your husband has some thoughts about what is and is not a place appropriate for two guys to dine together.  Or a father and son, or brothers.  (Of course I would suspect that they would avoid foo-foo lady tea rooms or places filled with antique-y shabby chic clutter, and frankly, lately I have found such places unappealing myself.)
 
Fewer women have sexual preference filters to consider when they chose to spend time together, (I think...)but I wonder if the time will one day come when even women will find themselves thinking for a moment before choosing a place to go eat.
 
A few weeks ago we went out to a great Mediterranean restaurant and enjoyed every morsel of our meal.  A few days later we drove by the restaurant again and noticed that they were flying the rainbow flag out in front.  Bernie declared he would not dine there again because of their blatant stance. 
 
It kind of comes down to acknowledging that while "all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God", (the "all" part of that verse includes the two of us), we will not stand by or enable those promoting any activity that God condemns.  We usually have no idea if a restaurant owner or chef is having an adulterous affair, is stealing, lying, or participating in any other sort of sin.  However, if the place of business advertises that it thinks such activity is just fine, then we can no longer go to such a place lest our presence lends validity to such behavior. 
 
Is ignorance therefore bliss?
Yes.
 
Should we seek to find out?
The "don't ask, don't tell" actually works for me.
 
Meanwhile, I am trying to work my way back to having only neutral thoughts about men dining together.
Despite what media bias has established in my mind.
 

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Friday Night Date Night

Both Bernie and our neighbor reported to me on Friday morning that just over the hill near Park City the fall colors were really ablaze. That was all I needed to hear to settle on a drive for our date night. We headed out around 4, and stopped at Cafe Rio for a Mexican salad. Then over the hill we drove.

Man...no KIDDING the colors are blazing!

Bernie turned off at Coalville, a small rural community about 20 minutes from our house, where apparently a Friday Night Date Night is also being enjoyed by a drive, only they took the dog for along too. Don't you love how the dog called "shot gun!" for the road trip?
Bernie wanted to wet a line near where we had fished last spring. The sheep apparently remembered me, at least they trotted up like they couldn't wait to get all caught up.
"Me? Oh, nothing new really. My coat finally is growing back in."
The shadows were already lengthening as Bernie headed off towards the river. I was not properly shod for tromping through sheep dung, so I stayed out by the road. The sheep seemed disappointed; they soon turned their back on me to let me know their true feelings.
There B. in the distance...
Who cares if the fish bite or not? This is just a pretty place to be for a bit.
I am so glad we have found compatible hobbies: He fishes and I take pictures!
The light was perfect!
The fishing...not so much. He did see quite a few in the water though.
I'd love to paint this photo; it is so relaxing with the feed troughs on the river bank and just a hint of fall colors in the trees.
It is true; the more you look the more you see.
I had retired to the car to play with my new "bells and whistles" phone when I looked up and spotted this tattered spiderweb wafting in the breeze attached to the fence post next to the car.

I got out of the car to try to get a better photo, but as it turned out, the only place where I could see the web lit by the sunlight was while seated in the front seat of the car with the side window rolled down.

It pays to just look, look, and look some more; that's usually how I come to see my favorite shots.

Four more days left in summer. The fields have already given over to fall.

The temperature was almost 90 degrees outside; the spraying water looked inviting! We drove past a small house with a sign reading "Farm Fresh Eggs: $2 a dozen"; that is handy information to have for when pesky recipes demand "farm fresh eggs" instead of my usual store bought kind.

Black and white cows were lumbering through meadows and ultimately lined up to enter a rustic looking milking shed.

No "Farm Fresh Milk" signs were posted there; thankfully recipes never seem to be quite so demanding about the source of the milk element, except to occasionally require that the cream be sour. I just buy that stuff at the store; letting cream sit around and go bad seems like too much time investment for my life style.

( Wink. Hi Judy! Hi Lovella!)

One hanging basket is so lovely.
Two is nice too.
Three is a balanced number.
Oh what the heck. Wouldn't about twenty three baskets be just fabulous?
(I do hope this woman had those baskets on some kind of drip system. Keeping those baskets watered would have to be like a religion or something if they weren't.)
We drove back home through Parley's Canyon where the bright fall colors seemed to dance around the jutting rock structures on the hillsides.
I made a note to myself that I should take this close to home drive every day now, at various times of the day to capture the various lights.
The colors stream down the hillsides like rivers of firery lava. And to think that the season has barely begun!
It is still summer...I can't bring myself to put fall colors up on my blog header just yet.
This old barn that we passed...it seemed like the right sort of scene for the end of summer, with the surrounding fields still green, and awaiting harvest.
So up it goes for now.
Enjoy this weekend...the last weekend of Summer 2010!

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Date Night: Hot Dog!

Dollar hot dogs at the ball park!
The summer is almost over and we hadn't made a game yet, so off we went last week.
Someone should have warned me about the blue sno-cones though.
That blue syrup tongue dye job lasted a couple of days. Yikes!
The ball park setting is gorgeous.
As the sun sets behind us, the mountains turn that gorgeous shade of reddish purple. I always feel like I am in a small town movie set when we sit watching the game just a few rows up from the dug out. Players toss inning used balls to the kids around us when they retire from the field. Seeing the grinning kids holding up their caught balls makes me feel like all is right in the world again.
I know I shouldn't have noticed, but I did. This one particular player for the other team had on really tight white pants.
When he bend over to take his batting stance, it was difficult to tell what I was seeing: was his pant seat seam or ???
(Laura: It brought back swimming team memories of Jim M. and his speedo. You girl swimmers! Bad...bad!)

The Bees were having a great season, but didn't quite make it to the playoffs.
Next year. There is always next year!

(You didn't enlarge that previous picture for a closer look, right? Oh come on...I know you did!)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Last Friday Night Date Night


I've been wanting to go to a sidewalk chalk art show for a really long time. When I saw billboards advertising a Chalk Art Festivals to raise money for kids in Foster Care...w00t!
I put the event at the top of my "things to do" list.
It was held at the really wonderful Gateway Mall, which is a great place to visit anytime anyway.
I convinced Bernie to make the event our Friday Night Date Night Date.
We arrived shortly after the artists got started. Each artist/group of artists paid a $1,000 entry fee, usually sponsored by a company or some other organization.

Sweet, and not even finished yet.
Doing a chalk drawing on concrete sounded fun to me until I watched the artists for a while. It is not easy to sit on concrete or kneel on concrete for long periods of time.

Some of the artists were blending their chalk work with their fingertips. I wondered how raw their fingers would be by the time their drawings were done.

Yes...artists suffering for their art!

(Naturally we ate. Do Bernie and Jill ever go anywhere together and not stop for something to eat? Noooo! In this case: Crab cake salad. Yum! I guess I was still on a Southern food kick!)

By the time we finished dinner Peter Pan's picture had progressed nicely.
Some of the artwork was so lifelike! Each artist seemed to have their own plan: some started in the middle and worked their way out.

Others worked top to bottom with an artist working on each side.

Most of them were working from a print.

Lots of them drew a grid and filled in each grid to match the grid of the picture they were using.
A few "famous" artists were given larger spaces and had their work chained off. The event lasted two days with judging at the end. It irked me a bit that I wouldn't be able to see the completed art...even though the mall is just 20 minutes from home!

Since we were in the mall...a bit of window shopping was in order.
OK ladies: tell the truth: Is this dress a thumbs up or thumbs down?
My high school home ec. sewing teacher would have had a stroke if I had turned in something like this. Is it possible that sewing has become a lost art and such raw stitching is the best that can be expected now days? Or is this an excellent example of cutting edge (HA! pun intended!) punk/steam punk/indie couture?
(I'm wearing a dress that I sewed as I type this. If I were to take it off and turn it inside out...it could look close to this. Wonder if I should try wearing it like that at work?)
I'm still gritting my teeth to hold back from buying these two framed magazine covers.
I"m thinking the floral hat is a Sally Victor...

Bernie did some shopping too...at the sporting good store.
Yes, it doesn't take much for us to have fun on a Friday night.
Best of all, we were able to support a good cause too.
Be on the look out; there may be a similar fund raiser coming to your area soon!