Flipping Awesome Restaurant

I just wrote a full page blog post, decided I didn't like it and deleted it. So here we go again attempt number two.

I want to own a restaurant. I want to be the chef of said restaurant. I want this restaurant to also be a bar/small time brewery. I also want the restaurant bar to be flipping awesome. How am I going to make it awesome? I'll tell you.

10 things that will make my restaurant flipping awesome:

1. I'll name it Simon's flipping awesome restaurant/bar.

2. Just kidding.

3. All local food: local meat, local fish (probably won't see too much fish on the menu), local produce. In fact, there we will use our own garden for some of the herbs and other veggies.

4. All organic...duh.

5. Everything will be the same price. Why? why not. I usually base so much of my descision for buying things at a restaurant on the price. This eliminates that problem. (this might never work...charging the same for a vegan dish as well as a nice steak might be hard but i like the idea anyway)

6. It will be gourmet, like really nice. but cheapish.

7. Vegan, vegetarian and gluten free options.

8. The bar...oh the bar: its going to be sick. Relaxed, with great local music often. not too big so it is still an intimate setting, but not snobby. Flag brew with a hint of wine loft, with great live music.

9. We might have a couple delicious home brews, and a lot of local and semi local microbrews.

10. It will just be awesome and you know it. Fancy, but not fancy. A nightclub but without the nightclub (basically my way of saying screw crappy loud music and people getting sloshed every night).

11. This one goes all the way to eleven!

Now lets be realistic. And when i say lets i actually do mean lets...both you and me. I know you think this will work and i will be come famous, but a few major things have to happen. First and foremost I have to become a real chef. I know you're thinking oh thats an easy fix, well you're wrong. I need better tools, like good knives and a food processor, and good pots and pans, and other utensils. Then it will be an easy fix. If you happen to be related to me (or not) and you provide me with these means to success and fame, I would be more than happy to give you a 10% discount at my restaurant. Haha only joking...20%.

Now in reality half of me thinks this is as far fetched as my little brother telling a good joke. But my other half, and arguably my better half (just to be clear we are only talking about me here) really really really wants this to happen. I like making food, I like feeding people, and I like doing both of those with great friends. So I will keep it in the front 2/3rds of my mind so it's there when I decide what I want to do with my life.

Um?

I don't know what to write about, except writing about not knowing what to write about. How about an Arizona trail training update! I'm glad you agree. Well I've run twice since decided to make the Arizona trail a goal. This was almost a month ago. So one could say its going well. Granted I have been road biking alot, and getting quite fit. So at least i'm doing something. I have over a year, I'll be fine. I think i want a camera to strap to my head and keep it on for a day, and that can be my blog. Then i won't have to think about what to write about. But if I do think of something i'll have a vlog of me writing my blog, I think that could be pretty intense. It's decided, someone send me a helmet cam.

Speaking of helmet cams, I went to the movie theater last night. It was Una Segunda Vez which means " A second time" which apparently is spanish for "the rebound." Well needless to say it was a romantic comedy, my favorite. It was an outdoor screen, with blown out speakers and plastic chairs. It was awesome. In my restaurant that I am going to start (I just thought of something to write about! next time) I have decided that I will have an outdoor movie theater on the roof. I will also only play the movies in spanish. Why? because romantic comedies are so predictable it doesn't really matter what language it is in. I think watching it in a language I barely know (barely is giving me the benefit of the doubt) made it, it being a romantic comedy, a much better movie. I wasn't rolling my eyes at all the corny lines but instead noticing the subtle details of the movie, like the actors expressions their acting skills and how hot Catherine Zeta-Jones still is. Note: This was not a subtle detail.

Look at this i've already written a bunch and feel good for it. And now I have all sorts of Ideas, but I will save them for later. For instance next post will be about my plans for a Montana Restaurant/bike shop/climbing wall/ brewery/cafe/bakery/movie theater. Maybe i'll include some feelings. I haven't decided yet.

There is no green circle.

Nothing is happening worth writing right now. And although I thought that organizing the shop and putting together a large tool board was pretty sweet, I don't want to waste your precious time. Instead I'm going write one that I hope to write in a few months.

It finally stopped snowing! 3 feet in town! We waited the precationary 24 hours, being avy savvy and everything. Here was our adventure this morning: Woke up, alarm reads 4:30 AM. Scott goes outside to turn the car on. I'm in the kitchen whipping up some scrambled eggs. All our gear is laid out by the front door ready to go. After we eat we pack up everything while a pot of water is boiling for tea. The silence outside and in the house makes me anxious and nervous for our outing. Everything is packed and ready and we head out. We drive down I-70 for 45 minutes to our favorit spot. Avy beacons, check. Skins defrosted and on skis, check. Grins on our faces, check. We start the slog at 5:45 but don't need our headlamps, the moon is a week away from full. We've been hiking for half an hour when the pops up from behind our second favorite mountain. We check the snow pack every few hundred feet of elevation gain. Snow looks great! Scott and I take turns breaking trail up the route we know so well. Neither of us are tired yet. Take a break to shed some layers and look out at the view. Now we can't catch our breath. Clouds have settled low in the "valleys" hiding everything below 9,000ft. The brilliant peaks seem to be coming out of nothing. Scott glance at each other and know this is going to be another amazing day. We reach the top and dig our second snow pit. No wind. No signs of other avalanches. We go through the rest of the checklist. Perfect. We discuss our plans on where to ski and spot and get ready to drop. I go first. It is bliss. Its knee deep at the top. It is so soft my skis don't make any noise. I can't hear much. Maybe its because I'm in a state of ecstasy, but all I can hear is my deep breathing as the cold air rushes in through my smile. My legs start burning, but I can't stop, I need to get out danger. I finally make it to the spot and signal scott with a loud whoop whoop. He takes a simlar route and eventually joins me. We are yelling and screaming and enjoying life. We've been waiting 2 years for this winter and it isn't dissapointing. I'm going to find it hard to go back to school...if I even decide to. I think I like this more. We get home and enjoy a nice local beer before we head off to our jobs for the night. Can't wait till tomorrow!

I like...

I have decided something. I am not a coastal person. I like to be land locked. Wait. If I were in Alaska heli skiing from summit to sea I think I would be ok. Rephrase: I like mountains. I like how small they can make me feel. I like how big can make me feel. I like how they make me feel safe. I like how insignificant they make the stresses of this crazy world humans have made. They stand there defiantly saying "blow me up I dare you", I am huge, I am taller than you're skyscrapers. Unfortunately sometimes we do blow them up and that just sucks. I like their uniqueness, whereas say, a sea or an ocean, all basically look like water. I do like coast lines, because they do are all different, and in some places are magnificent. I like how clean mountains are. The air. The smell. The nights. I like that people care about their mountains and their cleanliness, it seems many mountains are sacred to an Indian Tribe, and I don't blame them...obviously. I like the people associated with mountains. Outdoosry, healthy, active, laid back, positive, beautiful. And apparently these people make good beer, and good music, which I also like. I like the escape that mountains can provide. The terrain that limits access to only those willing to work a little for an undescribable reward.
I like that you can be completely alone in mountains, no sign of human life, no cars, no concrete, no shortcuts to make life 'easier'. Mountains mean the Verizon and AT&T can finally agree that neither of them provide cell phone coverage. I like driving towards mountains, the anticipation grows ever bigger as the mountains do the same. I like how they make me unable to speak when I realize how big they actually are. I like how they make me feel like I am leaving a friend when I drive away. A sad feeling, but it means I will be back as soon as I can. Suffice to say, I will live in, on, on top of, at the base of, or very close to mountains. Always. Why? I like mountains. I miss mountains. If mountains were a girl, and I saw her at a party I would use the words of my old friend Ron Burgandy. I want to be on you.