Archive for the ‘Food’ Category


Friday, May 20th, 2016


We got into Albuquerque on Wednesday afternoon, and our hotel is near Old Town. So we walked around a bit, and then headed for the Cocina Azul, which I’d seen well recommended. On the way we passed a house with these guys in its yard. No clue.

We had some really great green and red chile at the Cocina Azul. The carne adovada is excellent too. We were sadly too stuffed to eat sopaipillas after.

Thursday morning I got up about 4:30 and drove out to Embudito Canyon, the first of my target areas. More on that later.

July 23, 2013: A little walking in Belo Horizonte

Tuesday, July 23rd, 2013

So yesterday around 5 we decided to venture out and look for something to eat. And drink. We wandered around a bit in the central city, and wound up at a tiny bar with plastic tables out on the sidewalk on a very busy street, Rua Sao Paulo. Peggy took some pics of us sitting there with buses booming by right over our shoulders. We had olives, cheese, and beer, which I believe represents all of the food groups. Then we wandered around some more; for some reason no matter where you walk in BH it’s always uphill. Eventually we got back to our hotel, and stopped at a cafe across the street for dessert. Peggy and Robin had crepes; I had beer. Again, all food groups covered. This place was kind of the polar opposite of the first cafe — upscale and very quiet and tastefully decorated.

Then, to make it a fully wild and crazy night, we went up to the hotel room and taught ourselves to play Sheepshead. This is apparently the official card game of Milwaukee. Do not ask.

This morning we had planned to go to the Parque Municipal Americo Renne Giannetti, and we did get over there for little while, but Robin wasn’t feeling well (too much crepe?), so we took her back to the hotel. Peggy and I proceeded back to the park where we birded for a couple of hours. Here’s my list:

Neotropic Cormorant
Black Vulture
Rock Pigeon
Squirrel Cuckoo
Swallow-tailed Hummingbird
Yellow-chevroned Parakeet
Masked Water-Tyrant
Cattle Tyrant
Great Kiskadee
Social Flycatcher
Tropical Kingbird
Pale-breasted Thrush
Sayaca Tanager
Blue Dacnis
Rufous-headed Tanager
House Sparrow
And a mystery bird I can’t figure out. Looked kind of like a yellow oriole, but oranger and the range is wrong anyway. I’ve looked at every pic in my Brazil bird book (van Perlo) and I can’t see any likely matches. Oh well.

We finally got good looks at the parakeets, which I’m sure were the same as the ones that were so annoyingly elusive at the Parque da Liberdade yesterday; they’re yellow-chevroned parakeets. I didn’t bring the good camera (big lenses are too heavy to carry around), so any bird pics I post are coming from other people’s Flickr accounts. Like this one:

 periquito-de-encontro-amarelo na Paineira-rosa / Barriguda / Yellow-chevroned Parakeet in Cotton-silk tree (Ceiba speciosa
Photo by Flávio Cruvinel Brandão. Yellow-chevroned Parakeet.

Now we’re back at the hotel resting. We plan to go to the Inhotim park and botanical garden tomorrow. Robin and Peggy are napping; Robin said she felt better.

TDF/2 Stage 12

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Back in stage 7, a woman on a bike passed me on highway C near Farrar. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes — her name is Carrie Walker, and she had just been up to Perryville, which is apparently a ride she makes frequently. She mentioned that she goes somewhere there for pie. I saw her again on stage 9, when we passed each other on 61. Today, she overtook me on 61 just outside of Uniontown, and we started riding together. I asked her where it was she went for pie in Perryville, and she said “The Park-Et! I’m headed there now — you should come with me.” So, I followed her to the Park-Et restaurant, right on 61 in Perryville.

Park-Et in Perryville

When we walked in, seems like half the people there greeted Carrie by name, and when we sat at the counter, the waitress already had her drink waiting for her. We were a bit early; they make pies fresh daily, and the only one that was ready was a peach cobbler. Not that I’m complaining. It was an excellent cobbler. A little sweet to my taste, but good fresh peaches, and the crust was flaky and crisp. The guy on the stool next to me said hi — turns out he remembered me from Stage 8, when I ate at Terri’s Country Cafe on KK. I’m feeling like it’s a small world of good cafes in Southeast Missouri.

Carrie headed east on highway M to go back on C; I continued north through Brewer in order to get my mileage. For the record, from home to the Park-Et is 25.7 miles. Now that Carrie has introduced me to everybody that works there, I need to visit again soon. Besides, the blackberry crumble pie didn’t come out of the oven until we were leaving today. I need to go back a little later in the morning next time.