Peaches

Yesterday, when I got home from my trip to the River, I had a headache, so I took a short nap. Which managed to screw up my bed time, so it was after 2 before I dozed off. And only then with the help of a pill. Then one of the felines woke me at 6:30 or so. Yet, strangely enough, I did feel tired until around late this afternoon.

My big event for the day was my initial visit to a new restaurant - Peach Garden, which has taken up residence in a former Wendys, which in turn moved a block or so up the street. The problem is that the street is County Line which is among the busiest in the state. And I can see why Wendys moved. There are only two entrances to the restaurant, and it is impossible to make a left turn. I resorted to going a block east and making a very quick u-turn, holding my breath the entire time.

Peach Garden bills itself as "A Famous Chinese Restaurant from N. Y." But I'm not sure what that means. Is there a Peach Garden in SoHo? Central Part West? The Village? Queens? Brooklyn? Now that I think of it, it doesn't say NYC, so I suppose it could be anywhere in the state.

The food was not bad for the steam table buffet variety. Everything seemed fairly fresh and even hot. My server was a young Chinese male. (Or at least I assume he is of Chinese ancestry.) He had damp, spikey hair and was wearing blue-black jeans with a tunic-like tan shirt that extended a couple of inches below the belt line of the jeans. And one of the most sensual faces - broad lips, very dark eyes, an unobtrusive nose, flat ears. His body language was all business, marked by quick, methodical moves. And I could not take my eyes off of him. So it was fun to watch him for a while until a construction-type worker showed up in dirty jeans, worn boots, a black tee, and a cap with a curious figure on it. I never could decide what it was supposed to be, and I'm not the type to ask. I could tell that he noticed I was looking at him. Did I mention that he had a carefully-shaped beard? Mercy! What am I doing?

PAX!