There is power in stories. Hypnotic power that can keep us turning the page long past when we should have stopped to go to bed. Power to transcend the senses and conjure powerful reactions, sometimes even physical reactions. This is what I hope to replicate with my work. For now, I simply wonder at it.
Figures. I write about the wonder of food, go home, and experience my first ever bout of food poisoning. Here’s to new experiences. May some never repeat.
Yesterday my bride and I went on a lunch date and struck gold at a tiny place called Happy Coffee House that serves a seriously mean Cuban coffee and high quality Cambodian food. It’s a “blink and you’ll miss it” place and your life is a little less rich for having missed it. Look it up if you’re ever in Galveston, Texas.
This successful discover comes right in the heels of another. It is our goal to discover all of the hidden gems near us and so far we’re on a roll! This poem is an ode to those small, out of the way restaurants that are beyond rewarding for those willing to give them a try.
The Everyday Poet 