A 5* for the food..:) parking might be a problem if you go at busy times..Lots of choices on the menu, reasonable prices, assured taste, years of good food.
Now we have discovered the Falafel Stop which is conveniently located way closer ..and what is best is we love it too.. couple of points –vegetarian (they have couple of dishes with eggs), falafels are different from the regular green ones so add a variety when we eat here instead of at the drive in, wonderful salad options, great pita bread, but sadly no baklava though the cream bavaria we tried was totally yummy… all in all,a new favorite which we might up visiting now more than the drive in because of proximity.. and the prices are not bad too. The photos below are from our first stop at the Falafel Stop last week. (hot sauce, dessert, falafel salad)
For NaBloPoMo:, where the prompt for today is: If you could be given the option to never sleep and also never be tired, would you take it if it meant you’d also never dream again? :)nope, I love sleeping and I love my dreams (even the scary ones) though I would love to have the option to be less tired (not never tired)..
- Work on my challenges – that covers many goals
- Read to my kids more
- Write a short story (or more)
- Review more of what I read
- I want to re-read and review books that I have read and loved but for whatever reason did not review
- Write comments on my blog/goodreads for other books I have read before but not reviewed
- Update my book lists – TBR/completed/others – and link to reviews wherever they are (my blog/amazon/goodreads/brazenreads) and put it up on my blog. Link on Pinterest
- I will not continue to read books if I find them uninteresting even after 33 pages.
- Leave more comments on book blogs
- Have fun reading and blogging and reviewing and doing all that I have stated above
For Teaser Tuesdays at Should be Reading, from White Fang by Jack London – totally enjoying his imagery –
‘Half an hour passed, an hour; and nothing happened. The balls of quills might have been a stone for all it moved; the lynx might have been frozen to marble; and old One Eye might have been dead. Yet all three animals were keyed to a tenseness of living that was almost painful, and scarcely ever would it come to them to be more alive than they were then in their seeming petrifaction.’