My favorite thing in the whole world – money cannot buy – is a good night’s sleep – preferably in my very own bed. OMG, I find it very hard to predict how I’ll sleep at night – exercise too little, too much, to much stress, to lazy and napped too long during the day. Argh… lol. Wed night – terrible night of sleep, up at 3 am for no reason, can’t get back to sleep. Last night, gorgeous night of uninterrupted sleep. Thank the lord.
Everyday, I lament the pizza place that closed down down the street from my house. Pizza is my favorite food. I could eat pizza every day at every meal for the rest of my life. What replaced it was Z&Z which is this Levantine restaurant. They serve things shaped like pizza and it’s so close to pizza that I was hoping it would be a good trade for the old pizza place. I’d gone to this new establishment three or four times in the past when it first opened and through the pandemic and was so underwhelmed with the food and atmosphere and sad that we didn’t have the old pizza place, I stopped going a few years ago. Then, out of the blue, this little small shop got write ups in the NY Times and Bon Appetit. I will say, I was completely incredulous that they got the kudos because I found the food to be, well, uninspired.
I don’t know what possessed me to try again, but I went yesterday and the place was so lively with families with little kids packed into the small seating area. A kind owner helped me to order and I sat down at a table to enjoy one of their flatbreads. It was really good, crunchy and savory, both warm from the oven and cool topped with cucumbers. And they came by and offered tiny free cups of chai to all the customers. It was delightful. (Would I still rather the pizza place? Yes. But will I come again to the flatbread place? Yes again.)
Had I been influenced? Did the food actually get better? Was I charmed by the atmosphere? I honestly have no idea. It goes to show that one’s feelings are fluid and can change based on new information and different situations. When I was younger, I always thought my feelings were true, but now I know they are in flux – depending on how much sleep I got, who is there, who tells me various information. Now I try very hard to feel the way I want to feel about a situation and not the other way around, to not let the situation drive my feelings. Does that make any sense? I’m literally a crazy person. DoN’t LiStEn To Me.
