Sunday, November 08, 2015

Top Ten Coffee Houses in the City of Caldwell

10. Moxie Java
-Back in the 90's and early 00's, Moxie, with its 2 stories of chill space was Caldwell's premiere coffee house. Things have changed a bit with their move to a new location a few years ago, but with convenient hours and a small chill space, Moxie is still a go-to spot for East Caldwell residents.

9. Dutch Brother's
-Now I know what you're thinking; This isn't a "Coffee House", But D.B. is open 24 hours a day. So if someone feels like a caffeine kick at 1 am on a Monday morning in January, this is their place.

8. Chukar Den
- The Chukar Den, is mainly known for its outside seating area next to Indian Creek. This outside chill area is the place to be on a clear day.  

7. Java Station
-Originally a drive through only coffee shop, Java Station's new building hosts a chill area along with a small home decor store. 

6. Jolts and Juice
-In spite of being in the middle of a strip mall, Jolts and Juice manages to maintain a top class chill space. 

5. Imelda's 
-In 2010-2012, Imelda's really pushed hard to be a City Destination coffee house. It hosted live music and had very convenient hours. However, in recent years, its focus has shifted to its food options. While Imelda's still serves coffee, (Its "Mayan Mocha" is legendary among coffee connoisseurs) Imelda's now, is better known among food connoisseurs. 

4. Gathering Grounds
-There are several Coffee Houses in the WVMC neighborhood, but Gathering Grounds attracts not just Medical Center workers. Patrons of Gathering Grounds come from all over the Caldwell area. Its chill space is not the most comfortable, but its homemade chocolate chip cookies cannot be beat. 

3. Copper Cafe
-With it's stunning views of Caldwell on top of the city's tallest building, Copper Caffe is a perfect spot to impress out of towners. Its hours of operation are not the most convenient, but it's chill space is world class. 

2. CHIcoffee
-CHIcoffee is a non-profit coffee house.  Coffee at CHIcoffee is made right and a cup of gourmet drip is only $1. It's hours of operation leave a bit to be desired, but if you want to get in on a good thing, CHIcoffee is the place to be. 

1. The Bird Stop
-With very convenient hours and multiple chill areas, The Bird Stop is what a coffee house should look like. As an added bonus, live music is a regular feature at the Bird Stop most weekend and weekday evenings. 

Sunday, November 01, 2015

Top 10 Restaurants in Caldwell, Idaho

Top 10 Restaurants in Caldwell:

10. Garbonzo's 
          One of the only restaurants to serve the Caldwell suburb of Valleyview. The atmosphere is basic, like the neighborhood surrounding this pizza destination. Garbonzo's pizzas are mostly toppings with minimal filler. 

9. Los Betos
          The atmosphere of this location is sparse, but when it's 2:30 am, it's better than the alternatives. 

8. Indian Creek Steakhouse
          This downtown fixture attracts rancher types from all over southern Idaho. I'm not sure if it's still on the menu, but this steakhouse knows how to prepare Rocky Mountain Oysters that are edible. 

7. Stewart's Grill
           Anyone wanting to rub shoulders with Caldwell's movers and shakers should consider being a regular Stewart's. 

6. Golden Palace
           With hours extending late into the evening, this reasonably priced restaurant is a favorite for those looking for a laid-back dining experience.   

5. West Valley Medical Center Cafeteria 
            Whether you are looking for a quick sandwich or expect a perfectly seared salmon steak prepared by a top chef, this is your place. 

4. Janitzio's 
            Convenient hours, friendly staff and homemade quality.

3. Orphan Annie's 
            Another favorite among the ranching/Country type. Popcorn is served with every meal. 

2. Bon Appetit
            It may be a bit obscure, and many are not even sure if it's open to the public, but those who know, know this is one of  the best places in Caldwell for a reasonable meal any time of the day. 

1. Copper Cafe
             Although this cafe has very limited hours, it makes up in atmosphere and view. (Perched on top of Caldwell's tallest building) 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Rue des R├ęcollets - Paris (France)

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

We all wanted that high school sweetheart
We wanted to be young in the fifties with meatloafs and sock hops
and lawns so perfect they looked like Clark Gable was kissing them
We wanted to be thirteen and alive and meet a girl that was thirteen and alive 
and walk with her past the grandstands
to sit and hold hands with to sit and kiss with to sit and sit with
but that never happened
We wanted to be poor but not too poor
connecting this country like Kerouac and thumbs
winking at small town waitresses
pulling them into back seats and trailer park homes
where the two of you would find passion expanding 
between the locking of your bones
and morning would come to find you out on the road
with your pockets empty but for your hands
but your hands they’d be overflowing with your soul
but that’s not what happened
We once climbed into beds like the day was a hard mountain 
and the sheets were a valley where dinosaurs still lived
and how we would explore them with a flashlight
catching them between pages and pictures 
of triceratops and brontosauruses
but even he was opened up with the smoke of the houses 
on the corners we once climbed through
the streets and footballs with which we once threw
the school desks upon which we once drew 
the windows that sat open through which we once flew 
before the outside world 
of parking spaces and dead friends came flooding on in
and we forgot what we wanted 
and became what we become:
waitresses and bartenders
city employees and temp positions
grown children and dead adults
we are junkies and one kiss poems
and we cry the stars
We write our scars onto dumpsters and electric boxes
because the only thing we can hear is our hearts
and the only ones listening are the streets
to the blood that breathes through the letters we leave
we try to rise up out of these burning buildings
but instead get buried somewhere beneath
because I know my life my life is a high school kid’s notebook
that kid that goes back and forth between school and home
stacking the letters and the pictures
into sentences that save him 
stacked too close for anyone outside of his own imagination to read
because it’s through the ink that his heart beats
that his heart breathes
And we all just wanted to just write these notes:
check if you like me check if you don’t 
check if you’ll date me check if you won’t
because we all wanted the love songs to be true
and we all loved dinosaurs once
and we all wanted the stars 
to hold our hands to lick the teeth to fuck us 
but they end up fucking us
So let your smile twist 
like my heart dancing precariously on the edge of my finger tips
staining them that same high school kid
licking his thoughts using his sharpie tip 
I wuz here motherfuckers
and ain’t none of yall can write that in the spot that I just wrote it in 
I am here motherfucker
and we all here motherfucker
and we all motherfuckers motherfucker
because every breath I give brings me a second closer 
to the day that my mother may die
and every breath I take takes me a second further 
from the moment she caught my father’s eye
because every word I carry is another stone to put into place 
in the foundation I’m building to ease the days 
and help erase something I never saw:
what all of us wanted and what none of us got
what we all had and have and what we all forgot
that we all became something
and it may not be what we once thought it’d be when we were kids
but something is still something
and like some cats say
something’s better then nothing
feet are smarter than an engine
dreams are stronger than thighs
and questions are the only answers we need 
to know that we’re still as alive as the time when I held the mind of a child
asking why is 2 +3 equal to 5? 
Where do people go when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon? the beauty of the sea? 
Did that beauty make you did that beauty make me?
Will it make me something? 
Will I be something
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
I already am
I always was
and you still have time to be.
Anis Mojgani, Here Am I