Though this fact was already alluded to in a previous post, I wanted to take a moment to let all of you Zoobomb addicts out there know that the last of the pasilla aioli is currently being consumed here...
...by the very same people who first introduced you to this magical mayonnaise spread. If you're anything like me (and I know many of you were), you loyally indulged in this stuff every time you visited the cafe. After nearly four months of regular helpings, I had to cut myself off from egg sandwiches in order to calm my cravings for that mouth watering orange-hued condiment. If it's any consolation, please know that the final few dollops are thoughtfully being consumed while we wax poetic about the many joys, trials, and tribulations we faced throughout the short history of the LRBC.
If ever there was a place to lay the pasilla aioli and other memories to rest, this is it. We awaken each morning to the sound of the wind rushing through tall pine trees, the constant but gentle tremble of water rushing over rocks in the nearby river bed, and melodic thumping of woodpeckers eagerly searching for their morning meal. This is truly a place for reflection and renewal, and we're doing our best to channel the phoenix as we continue to contemplate the next chapter...slowly.
Posted by Ali and Evan at 12:48 PM