It’s been ages since I last wrote a review! Now that I have my camera with my 24/7 I have more of an opportunity to photograph my eats. Last Sunday J & I found ourselves in historic Roswell meandering through antique shops and little restaurants. We stopped in at Zest, a trendy little sushi and tapas place in the middle of it all.
I ordered plum wine, a favorite of my mum’s actually.
Wine in a glass is one of the most beautiful things to photograph, in my opinion. I love how my fingerprint is super-obvious on the glass. Oops. It makes the picture more personal right? :]
The truth is this wine was pretty fantastic. It’s very sweet and a pretty good addition to the tapas we ordered.
The first was a “Chinese Tootsie Roll” which was very think flaky shell around cream cheese and salmon, served with a sweet and spicy sauce. I couldn’t help but focus on the sauce it was soo good.
The insides… delish! Soft, creamy and salmony. Smoked salmon is amazing pretty much always.
The other small plate we ordered was the pork dumplings in sauce. It was a strange fusion of an eastern dish with a very american sauce. Think steamed pork gyoza covered in a mushroom gravy. I can honestly say I was a bit skeptical.
Except… it was delicious.
I am almost never disappointed with my meal at Zest and they certainly kept their standards up! I loved this dish too. The pork was soft and the pasta-y shell was easily eaten with just one fork.
So.. if you’re ever in old Roswell, drop by Zest. The service is fast and the owner is in the restaurant and will recommend some of the best dishes. And if you’re so kind, drop me a line and invite me to go along because I love it!
It’s switching between hard gangsta rap and fruity korean pop music at work all day.
It’s wishing I knew how to lose weight faster and then being angry I’m not faster at running.
It’s outlining my improvement by using statistics instead and telling myself to quit comparing to everyone as a measure of success. It’s trying harder anyway.
It’s eating a quarter pound of bacon and not feeling a shred of guilt.
And watching Star Trek with my head on a warm, t-shirt wrapped chest.
It’s missing my friends that are transient in my life, because of theirs.
It’s embracing the hourglass.
It’s being a social moth. It’s the pull of dark places with dim lights and going out only at night.
Its watching a tired cat shake off the night before on your sweatshirt and NatGeo collection.
It’s playing the entire album UNDER THE IRON SEA by Kean and finding myself awash in an intense nostalgia I can’t shake off.
It’s living every moment of singlehood with more purpose knowing it’s about to end. It’s feeling each day as a single grain in the ridges of my fingers.
It’s mentally smashing the hourglass against a glass wall.
It’s staring at my face in the vibrating facade of disguised plastic.
It’s life. One hour, one minute, one second and one solid piercing moment at a time.