Saturday night we went to dinner at Zatar in Berkeley. Zatar is spelled several different ways, and it's name refers to a mixture of spices that is commonly used in mid-eastern cooking. It's the med-eastern version of herbs of Provence. These spice include; sumac, thyme, roasted sesame seeds, marjoram, oregano and corse sea salt.
This restaurant is located at 1981 Shattuck Ave. in Berkeley. The cross street is University. This tiny little cafe has been serving great eclectic mid-eastern food for twenty years. Many of the herbs and other ingredients that are served are grown at the home of the husband and wife team who own the restaurant. The food here is superb. One of my favorite mid-eatern restaurants in the Bay Area.
Go. We've never called for reservations and always get a table.
That mountain that looms to the east of me has plagued me since I started riding a bicycle again. It got a little smaller this weekend. The top of Skyline Drive, at Grisley Peak, in the Oakland hills it is 1500 feet. This Sunday Geri and I made it up the second leg of that mountain. We have one more tough leg to go. My bike is back at the shop to get tweaked to reconfigure to my body.
My old boss and friend Jim Nolan of Nolan Brother's Painting, San Francisco, died this last week. This was a kind, gentle, sweet, talented, husband, father, grandfather, and all around stand up human being. He was a devoted husband to his wife Daisy, his four children, and his two grandchildren. I worked for these guys 20 years ago when they first started their business. He will be sorely missed. He was 53 years old. RIP Jim. This world is cruel. The veil is thin.
That's it.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Marke Food/Not War
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