iseyz presents: Santa Cruz Restaurant Review – Guide to fine-dining in Santa Cruz. Having lived in Santa Cruz for a good part of the past 12 years, I’ve had the opportunity to try out some of the restaurants available in the area. The following is a list of the top ten restaurants I have been to. There are mini-reviews and map directions to each of the ten restaurants. If your favorite Santa Cruz restaurant isn’t mentioned, be sure to list it in the comments. You can also subscribe/unsubscribe to be notified anytime a new restaurant is added.
Outrageous! All zones of Santa Cruz county are being sprayed with a toxic pesticide, Checkmate LBAM-F to kill the light brown apple moth (LBAM). CDFA has given this “emergency status” even though there has been no documented damage from the light brown apple moth (LBAM) in California. I wonder if the pesticide company that is producing Checkmate LBAM-F is having their pockets lined by this mandated spraying? Thanks Arnie!
This wasn’t The Big One, but a large earthquake just hit 15 km NE of San Jose and 11km E of Milpitas. A preliminary report places the magnitude of this quake at 5.6 on the Richter scale.
While walking back to my car downtown I saw a kid on the street who seemed to be flirting with a couple of girls. He was holding a cardboard sign. In passing I glanced at the sign which read, “Backflips for One Dollar!”
World Cup. France vs. South Korea. 1 to 1. Afterwards, had lunch at Falafel House in front of an inspiring wall hanging:
Here are a few video clips of the typical street performer one might encounter on a Santa Cruz weekend:
Since the truck I just bought last Sunday was totaled the day after I bought it, I had to hitchhike downtown to my favorite pub to watch the Cup. USA vs. Italy. Ended in a tie, but great game.
After the game I was walking around downtown and an Indian man with paint on his forehead went out of his way to get me to stop. He wanted to give me a copy of the Bhagavad Gita. A little girl who was his helper came up to me and gave me a couple of Krishna bookmarks along with a cookie wrapped in plastic.
I told the fellow that it is a good book and I read it in college. He still wanted me to have it and began to talk about his philosophy. I said, I appreciate that you want to give me the book. I’ve been Buddhist for the past 10 years and don’t have any interest in converting to another religion. He said that God does not convert anyone.
So, we started to discuss things. He sai “as you know, Buddha was an incarnation of Krishna…” and he showed me a picture of Krishna surrounded by all of his incarnations. I then asked him if he believes that God is an individual, separate from us. He said yes.
I said, “So you believe that God is a blue man somewhere out there that we could meet and have a conversation with him like you and I are talking now.” He said yes.
Then I said, “What about other religions? They all have their own versions of God which they believe to be absolutely true.” He said that Jesus was not God and Mohammed was only a prophet of God and that there is only one true God and that is Krishna. I asked him if he had actually seen Krishna as depicted. He said, “Yes, but we cannot discuss these things.”
He began to speak in metaphors, God cannot be known through the senses… Okee dokee. How come God is depicted as a blue man? We talked a little more and he started to become agitated. He began to return to his booth. I told him that it was a pleasure to meet him and offered to shake his hand. He looked at my hand and then looked at me as if I was contaminated and said, “Thank you for your time.”
Good fun. Hare Krishna!
I continued on my way. Soon, a young homeless guy was walking next to me. I asked him if he wanted a cookie. He said sure, and then examined it closely to make sure nothing was wrong with it. He then said, “I’ve been thinking about 12 a lot recently.”
I replied, “Oh yeah. Why is that?”
He continued to explain. He had found 19 pennies this morning. He already had a penny and a nickel. That makes 25. He told me that he believes God is like a penny, heads and tails, good and evil. Also, something about 12 Apostles, 12 months in the year, 12 hours in the day plus 12 hours in the night makes 24.
He also explained what he did with those pennies. He put 12 pennies on one side and 12 pennies on the other side. Then he put one in the middle representing God. I began to wonder which side got the nickel. Then he said, “But I found a rock in my pocket and put that in the middle too.” The rock represented chaos. He started to talk some more, but someone he knew interrupted and greeted him. I waved goodbye and walked all the way home, truckless but no yet homeless…
So long Santa Cruz! I choose not to live in the past so you will not be missed, but I did enjoy many moments (well, maybe I’ll miss your beaches.)
Went downtown for some Santa Cruzin’ last Friday. Had a couple of beers at 99 and headed out for the Pacific Ave street scene. Walked up and down to see what I would see. While walking by the New Leaf organic food store a goth girl and her boyfriend dressed in an all black rubber Dune looking suit with some sort of gas mask on his head jangled by. No, it’s not halloween. Next, a woman with her hair done up very fancily and a shiny silver top with maximum cleavage showing walked by. She smiled at me.
I got to the end of the street and decided to head back, surprised I hadn’t seen the Pink Guy with his pink leggings, umbrella and unchanging grin. On the way back I stopped at the piano player with his portable piano built into a Costco style wheeled shopping cart and top hat on. He was playing some Scott Joplin ragtime. A car drove by with the windows rolled down and some bass-thumping hardcore rap playing with the volume turned up all the way. Nice contrast.