On the right is Rendang Daging, a beef dish (but in Montana, it's buffalo), in a delicious distinctive Indonesian red sauce, somewhat spicy hot served with rice and a cucumber salad. The cucumbers are intended to cool you off. It's "Yummm!" all the way around.
On the left is Nasi Goreng, a rice dish...the rice buried under the topping. Another wonderful sauce. We added the tofu which fit right in.
Another food thing.
Dinner the next night at one of our two "must-dine" restaurants in Missoula turned into a Why-We-Love-Montana story.
The restaurant, Ciao Mambo, serves wonderful Italian. We told the hostess it's our third annual visit. We were seated; the server was ready to take our drink order. We mentioned that Cold Smoke was our all time favorite beer (available only in western Montana) but since we were dining Italian, we'd each have a glass of Chianti.
Only in Montana would the server see to it we had both.
Susanne's dinner was certainly picture-worthy, a veritable clam tower topped by a sprig of rosemary.
My linguini dinner with a red clam sauce was delicious but pretty ordinary photo-wise.
The other "must dine" place is the Pearl Café; considered the best restaurant in Missoula. The owner is Pearl, of course. We stopped by to make a reservation with her for Saturday evening, before a milonga. We can walk to both.
It turns out our apartment is right in the middle of many things.
Near our apartment was a food truck & music fair. There were college kids determined to register new voters. (Missoula is home to the University of Montana Grizzlies.) This young lady greeted us on arrival. Note her stick-on; very straightforward.
Here's Susanne asking for several stickers for us.
Her organization is Forward Montana; actually, a serious minded group. For a link to their website, click HERE.
We are seeing lots of ink here. Sometimes it make no sense to us ancient folk. Take this pretty blonde who has a skull at the base of her neck in addition to one arm-full. She'll get to the other arm when she has the cash. Think of what all that money would be worth in 40 years when she'll need it if she stuck it into a Roth IRA now.
We did the Missoula Art Museum, contemporary art, that is. We really resonated with this piece, done as embroidery, entitled "What Lies Beneath". We're all the same once the skin is off.
Among the goofier pieces is a muzzled Montana steer plastered with shoes. The meaning escapes me.
This poor fellow appeared lost & was searching for something. Susanne offered him some comfort but his personality seemed a bit wooden; he said nothing.
You know how some folks think Asians look alike? This artist codified it. The piece is titled: "All Look Same", artist Beth Lo.
The next piece sat at the entrance; Susanne loved it, especially how the tires seem to dip below the support.
OK, we'll move on. I can sense you're bored.
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Tonight's dinner turned out to be a bit of a bust. There's a nice restaurant on the ground floor of our building. Our landlord put a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge as a welcome gift. The plan was to crack open the bottle, get a bit looped, then stagger down the elevator to dinner. I figured there's no such thing as a DEUI where E = Elevator. Got to the restaurant, seemed to be not busy. The host said he had alot of reservations & showed us what was left. Not a decent table in the lot. Scratch that.
OK, quickly configure a plan B.
Return to the apt., break out the leftover Indonesian, throw together a salad & have at it...we did.
Still needed dessert. We hit the street and found a place, had a dessert assortment on a board, sort of the dessert version of charcuterie. Forget to take a pic, dammit!
As we're walking we discovered that Friday night in the Missoula summer is the time for all the vintage car owners to cruise up & down Higgins, the main drag.
I couldn't resist taking a few shots; here are some of them:
Note how most of the drivers brought along the whole fam damily. Not only that, but the street and bridge were lined with spectators. Two pics.
The man's shirt was interesting. The last word is "ride".
OK, enough for this post. See ya later!!
Dinner the next night at one of our two "must-dine" restaurants in Missoula turned into a Why-We-Love-Montana story.
The restaurant, Ciao Mambo, serves wonderful Italian. We told the hostess it's our third annual visit. We were seated; the server was ready to take our drink order. We mentioned that Cold Smoke was our all time favorite beer (available only in western Montana) but since we were dining Italian, we'd each have a glass of Chianti.
Only in Montana would the server see to it we had both.
Susanne's dinner was certainly picture-worthy, a veritable clam tower topped by a sprig of rosemary.
My linguini dinner with a red clam sauce was delicious but pretty ordinary photo-wise.
The other "must dine" place is the Pearl Café; considered the best restaurant in Missoula. The owner is Pearl, of course. We stopped by to make a reservation with her for Saturday evening, before a milonga. We can walk to both.
It turns out our apartment is right in the middle of many things.
Near our apartment was a food truck & music fair. There were college kids determined to register new voters. (Missoula is home to the University of Montana Grizzlies.) This young lady greeted us on arrival. Note her stick-on; very straightforward.
Here's Susanne asking for several stickers for us.
Her organization is Forward Montana; actually, a serious minded group. For a link to their website, click HERE.
We are seeing lots of ink here. Sometimes it make no sense to us ancient folk. Take this pretty blonde who has a skull at the base of her neck in addition to one arm-full. She'll get to the other arm when she has the cash. Think of what all that money would be worth in 40 years when she'll need it if she stuck it into a Roth IRA now.
We did the Missoula Art Museum, contemporary art, that is. We really resonated with this piece, done as embroidery, entitled "What Lies Beneath". We're all the same once the skin is off.
Among the goofier pieces is a muzzled Montana steer plastered with shoes. The meaning escapes me.
This poor fellow appeared lost & was searching for something. Susanne offered him some comfort but his personality seemed a bit wooden; he said nothing.
You know how some folks think Asians look alike? This artist codified it. The piece is titled: "All Look Same", artist Beth Lo.
The next piece sat at the entrance; Susanne loved it, especially how the tires seem to dip below the support.
OK, we'll move on. I can sense you're bored.
===========
Tonight's dinner turned out to be a bit of a bust. There's a nice restaurant on the ground floor of our building. Our landlord put a bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge as a welcome gift. The plan was to crack open the bottle, get a bit looped, then stagger down the elevator to dinner. I figured there's no such thing as a DEUI where E = Elevator. Got to the restaurant, seemed to be not busy. The host said he had alot of reservations & showed us what was left. Not a decent table in the lot. Scratch that.
OK, quickly configure a plan B.
Return to the apt., break out the leftover Indonesian, throw together a salad & have at it...we did.
Still needed dessert. We hit the street and found a place, had a dessert assortment on a board, sort of the dessert version of charcuterie. Forget to take a pic, dammit!
As we're walking we discovered that Friday night in the Missoula summer is the time for all the vintage car owners to cruise up & down Higgins, the main drag.
I couldn't resist taking a few shots; here are some of them:
Note how most of the drivers brought along the whole fam damily. Not only that, but the street and bridge were lined with spectators. Two pics.
The man's shirt was interesting. The last word is "ride".
OK, enough for this post. See ya later!!
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