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Tucson – Ventana canyon trail, Maynard’s kitchen, sabino canyon trail, La Frita

A pack (?) of javelinas greeted us as we walked to Ventana Canyon Trailhead yesterday. Fortunately they were behind a fence in the woods and when they saw us they ran away. Not attractive animals. Like black-grey hairy pigs.

We did a longer hike this time, making it almost all the way to the top of the canyon, for spectacular views from on-high of Tucson below. We made it to just-before the second to top X (“top of ridge overlook”) The last bit was difficult, switchbacks on steep ridges with rocks and boulders to navigate. (“Sweaty steep climbing and rock stepping” according to the map) Glad I had my trusty rented hiking pole and dirck’s outstretched hand!

Ventana Canyon trail

Another fancy dinner, this one at Maynard’s kitchen in the train depot downtown. Fun to watch the trains rumbling slowly past as we ate steak, duck, Brussel sprouts, and local greens with lardons. All excellent. The next-door bar looked good too with charcuterie boards in a train depot decor. We wandered across the street to the Hotel congress and wandered around. Not much happening on a Sunday night, even on st Patrick’s day weekend. The outdoor plaza looks like a fun space for music.

Cool Congress Hotel
Maynard’s Kitchen
Sabino canyon Trail

Today we returned to sabino canyon, this time wisely booking our shuttle ticket the night before. It was busy, even on a Monday. Lots of families on spring break.

We took the shuttle tour to the end of the line, stop 9, and then hiked 2.5 miles on sabino canyon trail, a spectacular trail along a ridge high in the canyon. We could hear rushing water way below and finally saw it on occasion way off in the distance. Good Beyond bread sandwich to split on trail (they’re huge): turkey, cheddar, bacon.

We soon figured out why there was a 50 minute for dinner at La Frida (as in Kahlo) on Monday night. The food is very inventive, unlike any Mexican fare we’ve had before. First we tried costilla de elote, which was like eating corn spareribs, gnawing the corn off long fried strips of mexican street corn on the cob, marinated in Serrano sauce (Serrano peppers, cilantro, lime, crumbly white cotija cheese?). New to us although I’ve had whole corn cob elote.

Pork gorditos

Sauces are the big thing at the restaurant and the server brought us four to try, then we ordered the entree with our favorite sauce: fritaditas — pulled pork gorditos with guacamole. The bed of black bean sauce was the best part. The pork carnitas atop one of the three gorditos was almost all fat (ew) but the other two were delicious. The gordito itself (a toasted Mexican flour cake) is not my favorite, sort of a fat, doughy version of a pastry shell/English muffin.

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Tucson – saguaro national park east (mica view trail) and west (king canyon trail), BK taco, Barrio bread, Coronet restaurant

The menu was quite fussy at The Coronet, located in a charming 1860s adobe building in the Barrio, in downtown Tucson. But the food turned out to be fantastic – from the “shrub” (fruit-infused non-alcoholic drink) to the small plates (mushrooms in a white mole sauce; pork belly perfectly grilled with little fat, in a delicious sauce) to the steak we shared, which was served sliced with some grainy rice, broccoli, and a berry sauce that was more savory than sweet. I was skeptical of the Black Forest cake but it was better than the cake I had in its namesake place – – Germany’s Black Forest. This one was rich and chocolaty with tart cherries, and not sweet whipped cream.

Lunch was very different, at the original BK Tacos in South Tucson. We couldn’t stomach its famous Sonoran hotdog (we’re not huge Chicago hotdog fans either…there’s a Portillo’s here, for homesick Chicagoans. We far prefer Wisconsin’s brats) but their other specialty carne asada was good, especially the flour tortillas. Our favorite was the taco Birria – the discovery this trip: a French-dip style taco with shredded beef.

breakfast was the amazing Barrio Bread we ordered two days in advance to avoid the long line! we got two loaves but they were so huge we gave one to our friends here. The heritage bread looked lovely, with an image of a saguaro in the crust. But we kept the cinnamon raisin, which is so good. (I watched a travel video about Barrio Bread at a nail salon in Chicago two days before our Tucson trip…and made a beeline for the place,when we arrived.)

In between eating, we did do some hiking , first at saguaro national park east (the east Mica View trail through a saguaro desert) and later at saguaro national park west (a less easy uphill and then downhill through the west trail – king canyon) across from the desert museum, which now costs $30 to go to).

Mica view trail

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Tucson- farmers market, tanque verde ranch, cup cafe/hotel congress, art Ranch

The high was low 50s here and 76 in Chicago (can you say: global warming?) but no matter. We had fun exploring. First stop a farmers market in nearby Udall Park. Not a lot of produce but always interesting to see what’s for sale. The longest line was for raw milk (can you say: rfk jr. ?) Other offerings: elk antler chews for dogs, African shea butter (the African salesman gave me a hand massage while applying a sample), Ukrainian pastries, Mexican hot sauces.

Why?

We wandered around the old Tanque Verde Ranch, a resort on an old ranch in the foothills dotted with saguaros, full of western character- – low adobe ranch-style buildings with atmospheric old rooms with wood floors and wood beams ceilings, stones and tiles, a cool dining room that serves famed blueberry pancakes, a tiny nature museum with live rattlesnakes, spectacular views of the mountains, an old western bar— all open to visitors including spa services. And near the trailhead for a popular hike at the east end of Speedway.

Tanque verde ranch

Onto lunch at the Cup cafe in the honky Tonk Hotel Congress downtown. Great food and vibes in funky old western hotel famous for its rock n’ roll bar with live music.

Cup cafe

We drove about an hour north to the Triangle L Art Ranch in the unincorporated town of Oracle, a remote and windy desert landscape with snow-capped mountains off in the distance. We pulled into a dirt road that led to a faded old ranch (the opposite of tanque verde) with a few buildings and sure enough, art installations dotting the “magic path.”) one other couple arrived and left quickly. It was cold.

Art ranch

We braved the wind and cold (40s) and wandered on the winding desert path, admiring the mix of sculpture and nature. A gallery and gift shop were padlocked but we called a number listed on the front and a very nice artist promptly drive in and open up the spaces. The crafts were quite good (I bought a few gifts.) it’s regularly open on Saturdays.

More art ranch

well worth the visit, although maybe on a warmer day. The place hosts an annual “glow” event in October where the art installations are lit up at night. (There’s also a less official glow in April).

More tanque verde ranch

In oracle, one of those strange windwhipped western outposts, we found a cluttered antique/junk shop worth a quick visit.

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Tucson – coyote, sabino/bear canyon (seven falls hike), Boca tacos, beyond bread (of course)

No sign of the bobcat that lives outside our casita, along the stucco wall that wraps around the pool but the casita’s two large picture windows make us feel like we’re almost part of the desert. (or Tucson’s famous Desert Museum.)

Hello coyote (left of cactus paddles)

This morning a coyote appeared in the cactuses (barrels, paddles, small saguaros, purple cholla), palo verde trees, and thorny brush outside the west-facing window behind our bed. And as we ate breakfast next to a large north-facing window, a hummingbird ate its breakfast from a feeder, a few feet from us. Little yellow- bellied birds (warblers?) are aflutter around other feeders and grounded quail come bumbling down the desert path, reminding dirck of a comedy duo.

More hummingbirds

The weather started to turn yesterday while we were hiking in Sabina Canyon on the seven falls trail in Bear canyon, But it began nearly perfect, in the high 60s, clear blue sky behind the jagged mountains, sun and shade on the trail which was mostly flat and low in the canyon bed. There’s no water in the “seven falls” we were headed towards. We took the bear canyon shuttle because the sabino canyon shuttle was sold out for several hours. (The downside of being here during spring break. kartchner cavern tours are also sold out) but the hike was a pleasant surprise. We went about 4 miles round trip, stopping midway to share a sandwich from Beyond Bread, sitting on a flat rock outcropping that gave us some shade. Took about 3 hours (although other hikers went much faster.)

Hello hummingbird

As we were heading back, the wind started to pick up and giant white clouds moved across the mountain tops, followed by ominous dark clouds.

Fortunately, we were back at the casita when the rain started in the early evening. (No viewing of a rare “blood” red moon, alas.) Dinner was more inventive tacos, this time at Boca, a funky-hip restaurant on 4th avenue run by a chef who competed on the TV show Top Chef.

The weather has dipped into the 40s but no rain and it will be 87 in two days, so maybe we can finally swim in the now-chilly pool outside our casita. The temps have been all over the place, with highs in 70s to 50s so far).

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Return to Tucson – east side Airbnb casita, Amelia’s kitchen, summit hut hiking poles rental, Frost

So great to be back in Tucson after seven years or so. Of course this place always brings back memories of my parents who spent many winters here and loved it. This time we are on the northeast side of town in the Catalina foothills, which is the other side of the mountain from Oro Valley in the west, where my parents place was.

Our casita at night

We are off river road near Sabino canyon. We have a sweet little casita Airbnb in the back of a sprawling house. There’s a pool out our front door and our window has a lovely view of desert landscape with mountains in the distance and lots of birds at various feeders, including hummingbirds and little yellow warblers (we think).

We had an easy flight from Chicago to Phoenix that arrived a half hour early and the wait at the thrifty rental car wasn’t bad. (Budget had a huge crowd.) Pro tip: pre-register 24 hours in advance and you can go right to your rental car and skip the line.

Hiking poles rental!!
Quesabirria at Amelia’s kitchen

On our drive in we stopped at Frost, for old times sake, and had some gelato. Then onto the Airbnb. We went to a nearby Whole Foods to get some basics. Then a stroke of luck. We found Summit Hut, a very nice local outdoor gear shop on Speedway that happened to rent hiking poles for a very reasonable $5 for 1-3 days then $2 every subsequent day. perfect! I ended up not bringing my collapsible pole because I’d have to check my luggage, at $40 per flight. No way. It’s not allowed on carryon because in theory it could be used as a weapon. The salesman at Summit Hut, we soon learned, once lived a block away from where we live in Chicago…and he and Dirck both grew up in Dodge City, Kansas. 😳

Tonight we had excellent Mexican food a 10 minute drive away at Amelia’s kitchen, a small place in a strip mall with a small patio and small dining rooms with exposed brick walls and a giant mural. And as it happens it’s a James Beard semi-finalist this year. We had the signature dish, quesabirria which was new to me and delicious. It’s sort of a quesadilla version of a French dip sandwich – a crispy quesadilla filled with stringy, deliciously flavorful shredded beef, (not goat, as is often the case elsewhere) served au jus (with a little dish of beef juice) to dip it in. so good. Their salsa is award- winning too, as the engraving on the wood serving board informed us. The flan was too rich for me but delicious.

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Zingerman’s, of course@Ann Arbor, emagine movie theater@Royal Oak, whistle stop and Phoenicia @Birmingham – suburban Detroit

Zingerman’s Deli

We made such good time on our drive from Chicago to Detroit – and the weather was suddenly sunny and a balmy 57 degrees- that we had time to stop en route for lunch at zingerman’s in Ann Arbor. I wisely called ahead to order our sandwich (lean corned beef, coleslaw, emmenthaler cheese, Russian dressing on hardy bread) so it was waiting when we arrived. Otherwise the wait time was one hour for a sandwich. I also got some outstanding chopped liver (from Amish chickens, supposedly.)

We had fun looking at all the cheeses, including Lively Run, a Finger Lakes fav (NY) and cured meats and Michigan products including American spoon (red haven peach preserves) and Cherry Republic.

We explored a farmers market across the street and Catching Fireflies, a fun shop with Michigan gifts. We were apparently in the Kerrytown Shopping area, with historic 19th- century buildings from lumber and agriculture purveyors in this town best known for the University of Michigan.

Whistlestop

On a dreary rainy Sunday we went to the Emagine (yes, E not I) theater to see the new Bob Dylan bio pic, which was excellent. This was our second movie theater outing since 2020 (pre-pandemic). We sat in snazzy fake leather recliners, reserved in advance, row D not too close to the giant screen. The sound was loud but fortunately the movie was full of music not noisy battles from some blockbuster action movie.

We had a pleasant late lunch/brunch (good eggs, sausage, blt) at The Whistlestop cafe in Birmingham and dinner (upscale Mediterranean/middle eastern) earlier at Phoenicia in Birmingham.

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Alvin Ailey at the Whitney, high line, Mercado Little Spain @ Hudson Yards – NYC

Music by Laura Nyro, my favorite singer when I was a teenager, was blaring in the Alvin Ailey exhibit at The Whitney Museum when we entered, surely a good sign. I never connected the two although apparently there was a connection. What it was I never did learn. The exhibit was a bit obtuse that way, with lots of interesting, often provocative, artwork juxtaposed beneath a huge wrap-around wall screen airing films of Ailey dancers, accompanied by various musical scores. I tried to join a tour that might have tied things together but my audio didn’t work so I opted to wander and just soak it all in. I left with more questions than answers but maybe that’s okay? The landscape show on the floor above deserved more than our brief visit but it was time to move onto the High Line for a brisk walk in chilly but bright and sunny weather.

The day’s dining highlight was the fantastic. Spanish food at Mercado, Little Spain, a food hall below Hudson yards created by renowned chef (and humanitarian/anti-hunger crusader) Jose Andreas. Although there are three sit down restaurants, we opted for the food court/hall route, planting ourselves at a table in the center then taking turns going to various counters to pick up a plate or two to share between three of us.

It was Myra Monday, with a visit from my longtime pal, so the food court at 3 p.m. was also a place to sit comfortably for several hours, catching up. A NYTimes story on the 20 best things to eat was very helpful as was a list of the 100 best restaurants in NYC in 2024 which included the food hall!

Paella and tortilla de patatas

Highlights: paella with savory brown rice, chicken, grilled artichokes, peppers; a tortilla de patatas, a fluffy egg omelette filled with creamy potatoes, a long narrow baguette with salty dried ham, an empanada de cerdo that was a thin piece of savory pie filled with stewed pork; an orange tangy gazpacho (akin to one of several versions I make), perfect sangria ( not too sweet or alcoholic), light churros sprinkled with sugar and served with a small cup of hot bittersweet chocolate to dunk them in.

There were several more items on my list but we were full, and lost track of what we spent (each item, was $9-12) so it was time to stop. Must return to try: tarta de queso (Spanish cheesecake), pina borrach (“drunken pineapple”), gamba Al estilo de El Bulli (shrimp from the famous chef-driven restaurant) chistorra con patatas frites (potato and sausage bites), pomelo en texturas (grapefruit dessert), lacon con patatas ( potatoes and ham) pan de Cristal con tomate (bread rubbed with tomatoes), and cardinal (meringue plus sponge cake).

Myra, High Line

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Old John’s Diner, jitney ride – NYC

Central Park West view

I don’t know how I’ve missed going to Old John’s Diner, since it’s been in my relatives’ upper west side neighborhood since 1951. I don’t even remember having walked on the block of 67th street that it’s on (between Amsterdam and Broadway).

But tonight, we got there, with our niece Erika, nephew Jonathan and his girlfriend Calista and it was really fun. I was worried it might be dead on a Sunday night, and more of a breakfast or lunch place but it was busy enough.

And the food was very good diner food, not fancy restaurant. We also had excellent service and a nice big table where we were welcome to linger. My aunt, who has hearing issues, would like it because she would be able to hear the conversation. We enjoyed hearty chicken soup, matzoh ball soup, a tuna melt (alas the tuna had relish in it, which I dislike but Jonathan was fine with), crispy chicken sandwich, Greek salad, fries – all good and some inventive (the Greek salad had romaine lettuce and fried chickpeas) and excellent fries. The desserts were great too especially the lemon meringue pie and ny cheese cake. The carrot cake was tasty but a little dry, according to our table’s expert, dirck. We’ll be back!

In the 70s, near Central Park West, my brother also recommends Yasaka for sushi, on 72nd, and Solid State coffee on 71st between Columbus and Amsterdam.

We took the Jitney (private bus) back from the Hamptons (Water Mill) family thanksgiving on Sunday at 1:35 pm. The bus was comfortable and well-run but packed, and a long haul. It made several stops including near LaGuardia airport, and with holiday traffic took over 3 hours (an hour more than usual/advertised). Next time, we’ll leave Saturday night or Sunday morning to try to beat the traffic.

Thanksgiving gang

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One last (cold and rainy) day in London -National Portrait Gallery, Covent garden (Petersham cafe, seven dials , Neal’s yard), Spitalfields (bishopsgate institute/great diary project, market coffee house), Primrose Hill (Lemonia)

The weather finally turned on us, getting rainy and cold (30s) but that didn’t stop us from one final day in central London, seeing two old friends (Una and Patti) and visiting old stomping grounds (Covent Garden and surrounds).

The National Portrait Gallery is a favorite and recently remodeled, we’re told. And free! I went to the contemporary portraits (Judy Dench, Maggie Smith, Dua Lipa, the most recent queen Elizabeth…) while dirck headed to the old folks (Shakespeare and Cromwell, Queen Elizabeth #1, Queen Victoria). Then we briefly visited the excellent gift shop. In Covent Garden we happened past a cafe run by Petersham Nursery, which we’ve visited in Richmond so we shared a very salty prosciutto and mozzarella sandwich. Covent Garden has more American chains (shakeshack) and luxury brands but still some interesting stuff including the seven dials market and old favorites (Neal’s Yard cheese, Monmouth coffee.) and I still love the tight little lanes lined with shops, even if they’re too expensive.

In the once decrepit now hip spitalfields neighborhood in the city financial district, I spent most of my time at the Bishopsgate Institute, a quirky old place that is home to the Great Diary Project, although you’d never know it. The signage for the archive highlights the UK’s largest LGBTQIA+ (IA+ ??) collection.

I read some old diaries in a cramped reading room with a handful of other researchers. Una later joined me and found an amazing WW2 diary a woman wrote complete with hand drawn maps of Europe. I was obsessed with the 1980s “Dairy Diaries” which were offered as promotions by the now defunct Milk Marketing board. The entries were dull (rundowns of the often “dull” weather, comings and goings) but the pre-printed material especially the recipes for various cheesy dishes (Kipper soufflé, chicken chaudfroid) were fun to read and a telling look at the diet of that day (or aspirational diet). Dirck wandered around the shops and met as at the pleasant old worldy Market Coffee House for drinks.

With Una
Bishopsgate

Next stop, dinner with Patti in Primrose Hill at Lemonia, a long-standing Greek restaurant, surrounded by a few blocks of attractive shops. (I bought a furry head band at a shelter housing second-hand charity shop and a baguette at a bagel store.)

Covent garden

Now we’re waiting on a British Airways plane to take off – we’re delayed as we wait for luggage to be loaded but the flight is not packed. Dirck and I have row of four seats to ourselves, although we can’t get the antiquated entertainment system to work.

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D-Day sites in Normandy: 360 museum and D-day disembarkment museum (Arromanches), Omaha Beach museum and cemetery; Bayeax Tapestry, L’Insolite @Bayeax, Mary Celeste Pub (Arromanches) and Mollard in Paris

Hard to believe such a momentous event occurred near the deserted beach by our hotel on June 6,1944 but we learned more about it at the powerful D-day disembarkment museum next door, with a compelling audio guide accompanying displays of maps, artifacts, soldiers accounts and models of the remarkable artificial harbor created to allow the British troops to unload their tanks, jeeps and equipment.

D-day disembarkment museum

The Normandy American cemetery and Memorial at Omaha Beach in colleville-sur-Mer, a short drive west through rolling green countryside along narrow roads lined with tan stone walls and hedges, past small lovely villages with old stone buildings, that recalled war movie sets.

Omaha beach

But the reality of war was on full display at the museum, with a short film and displays about soldiers who lost their lives.

The sight of so many white marble crosses and occasional Jewish stars, laid out on a green lawn in impeccably straight rows above the ocean and Omaha Beach was as powerful as expected.There were other ww2 battlefields and museums but the three we visited (including the 360 film) offered a good rundown and feel for the past.

Bayeax

In nearby Bayeux, we visited the famous Bayeux Tapestry in a solemn stone building in the pretty old city center. Hand embroidered probably by women in the 11th century, it is displayed horizontally in a lit glass case that wraps around a dark room, with numbered panels detailing the conquest of England by William the Duke of Normandy. It looked like the ancient precursor of a comic strip, with graphic scenes of battle meticulously sewn with colored thread.

We had delicious galettes and pear cider near Bayeux’s gothic cathedral (lit at night for extra drama) at popular L’Insolite, a creperie on a cobblestone lane with old stone and half-timber buildings.

Arromanches

We joined locals in Arromanches (including our waiter from the hotel) at Mary Celeste pub in a cozy stone building, where the fellas drank beer and f & I drank hot chocolate. We introduced the Brits to the card game, hearts. And laughed a lot.

The rain we expected finally arrived the next day as we were leaving Normandy after one last breakfast in the hotel dining room with picture windows looking out on the waves crashing onto the shore, we drove to the Caen gare, dropped off our rental car at the Sixt office and stopped at Mollard, a classic brasserie in Paris circa 1867 for a late lunch in a gorgeous l’art nouveau dining room with wall and floor mosaics. I dared to eat dishes from my youth – steak tartare (my dad’s favorite) and crème caramel (my mom’s speciality). A little rich but delicious. (I couldn’t eat anywhere near the full tartare.)

After a stressful rush hour taxi search and ride to the second train station (we arrived at gare du saint lazare and had to get to gare du nord)‘we are now safely on board the Eurostar in what we suspect are special”senior seats” back to London, playing hearts with a pack of 32 (not the standard 52 😳) cards F bought at the station. more laughter.

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