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Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives
2024.05.19 06:26 Sweet-Count2557 Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives
 | Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] Thari Fushi Maldives: A Luxurious Paradise on Thinadhoo Island, Maldives Price Level: $$$$ Hotel Class: 0 Thari Fushi Maldives, located on the picturesque Thinadhoo Island in the Maldives, is a true paradise for travelers seeking a luxurious and unforgettable stay. This stunning hotel offers a range of exquisite amenities and services that cater to the needs of every guest. From the moment you step foot onto the island, you will be greeted with warm hospitality and breathtaking views of the crystal-clear turquoise waters and pristine white sandy beaches. The Thari Fushi Maldives boasts spacious and elegantly designed rooms and villas, each offering a private balcony or terrace overlooking the mesmerizing Indian Ocean. Whether you choose to relax by the infinity pool, indulge in a rejuvenating spa treatment, or embark on thrilling water sports adventures, this hotel has something for everyone. With its idyllic location, impeccable service, and unparalleled natural beauty, Thari Fushi Maldives is the perfect destination for an unforgettable tropical getaway. Amenities of Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives Thari Fushi Maldives, located on Thinadhoo Island in the Maldives, offers an array of amenities to ensure a comfortable and enjoyable stay for its guests. With its beachfront location, guests can easily access the pristine white sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters. The resort also provides a shuttle bus service for convenient transportation around the island. The suites are well-appointed and equipped with modern amenities such as WiFi, air conditioning, and private bathrooms. Guests can start their day with a delicious breakfast included in their stay. For those looking to stay active, there is a fitness center available. Housekeeping services ensure that the rooms are always clean and tidy. Blackout curtains are provided for a restful night's sleep. Outdoor enthusiasts can enjoy boating, fishing, and snorkeling activities. The resort also offers complimentary welcome drinks and bottled water. Guests can dine al fresco at the outdoor dining area or relax on the outdoor furniture. Sun loungers and beach chairs are available for those who want to soak up the sun. Table tennis is also available for some friendly competition. With direct beach access, guests can easily enjoy the beautiful surroundings and make the most of their stay at Thari Fushi Maldives. Contact of Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives 10020 info@tharifushi.com https://tharifushi.com Location of Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives Pictures of Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives Tips for Staying in Thari Fushi Maldives Let the Thari Fushi team make your stay unbelievable!If you like diving …walk across to Thinadoo diving center … Reviews of Thari Fushi Maldives in Thinadhoo Island, Maldives Book Thari Fushi Maldives Now !!! Tags |
2024.05.19 05:10 alannordoc Furniture Recommendations- the good stuff but not crazy expensive?
Moving to KC and bring nothing. Small loft so looking for just a big wood table to use for dining and work, 4 chairs and then a couch. I'll spend some money but not crazy money. I like a midcentury look.
Suggestions on where to go? I ordered a bed online but everything else I need to buy local.
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Suggestions on where to go? I ordered a bed online but everything else I need to buy local.
2024.05.19 03:18 prisonbison San Diego wedding budget for 100 guests
We are getting married in San Diego next year, and I am hoping to learn more about what to expect in terms of planning and costs. I will admit that I know practically nothing about the wedding industry. I am hoping that those who have recently held weddings in Southern California (ideally in San Diego) can let me know if the prices I am estimating are currently accurate. I have reached out to several vendors in each category, and have a total cost estimate of $65,900.
We are planning to invite about 100 guests, mostly adults with perhaps a few children attending.
The venue will be Darlington House in La Jolla, San Diego. Darlington House only allows catering from an approved list of vendors, so that limits our options.
But if there are any tips/tricks/areas where we could save that stand out, please let me know!
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We are planning to invite about 100 guests, mostly adults with perhaps a few children attending.
The venue will be Darlington House in La Jolla, San Diego. Darlington House only allows catering from an approved list of vendors, so that limits our options.
But if there are any tips/tricks/areas where we could save that stand out, please let me know!
| Name | Cost | Description |
|---|---|---|
| Venue | $8000 | 8 hour total, reception and ceremony, and $800 extra fee to take photos in certain areas |
| Valet Parking | $2000 | The venue does not include guest parking |
| Furniture and Decor | $9000 | bar to serve drinks, 10 tables, 100 chairs, linens, chargers, candles, plates, flatware, lounge area (couches and coffee tables), outdoor games, etc. |
| Twinkle lights | $2000 | lights over the dining area outdoors |
| Flowers | $5200 | Bud vases at each table, bridal boquet, bridesmaid flowers, ground flowers for ceremony |
| Food | $12500 | Plated catering for 100 guests. BYOB alcohol and 2 bartenders. |
| Alcohol | $2500 | Caterer provides BYOB service and bartender, we provide beewine/spirits for signature cocktails. Estimating that guests will drink roughly 7 drinks per person so 700 total drinks |
| Dessert | $1000 | $400 wedding cake (two layer) and $600 coffee and dessert/snack cart |
| Wedding Coordinator | $3500 | |
| Music - DJ | $1250 | 4 hours, during reception |
| Music - Guitarist | $600 | 2 hours total - 1 hour, during ceremony 1 hour cocktail hour |
| Photographer | $4800 | 8 hours, and engagement photos to be taken at some point before the wedding |
| Videographer | $5000 | 8 hours |
| Bridal Wedding Dress | $3000 | |
| Entertainment | $1200 | $600 belly dancer, $600 photo booth |
| Bridal makeup and hair | $550 | |
| Rehearsal Dinner | $2400 | Restaurant and drinks for 30 guests (bridesmaids, groomsmen, family) |
| Wedding Day breakfast | $500 | Breakfast on day of the wedding for 30 guests (bridesmaids, groomsmen, family) |
| Hotel | $900 | bride/groom hotel rooms 2 nights |
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2024.05.19 00:52 Sudden-Tumbleweed-19 New York [US], Postcard Bakery, Head Barista
Job Details
Postcard Bakery is looking for an experienced Head Barista to join the opening team and help manager daily operations.
This position is a hybrid with two shifts working as a Head Barista and ideally 1-2 additional shifts as a Barista. Shifts vary from as early as 7am to as late as 9pm.
POSITION SUMMARY The Head Barista is responsible for overseeing daily bakery operations including guest interactions, order taking, product quality, cash handling, ordering product, and Department of Health Standards. This position is specifically scheduled to open or close the bakery each day.
RESPONSIBILITIES Welcome and acknowledge all guests, upon entering our space Find ways to express omotenashi to guests and fellow team members Handle any guest complaints or issues in real time Process comps or voids needed during service Take orders from guests, ensuring 100% accuracy when ringing them into the POS Process guest payments accurately and in a timely manner Make all beverages to spec Interact with guests in a friendly, positive manner; making them feel welcome and assisting them with any needs Bus and reset tables as needed Maintain cleanliness of the bakery behind the counter and in guest areas throughout the shift by sweeping, cleaning windows and doors, arranging chairs, etc. Follow all DOH protocol set by management, practicing FIFO, labeling all product, using proper sanitizer, and food safety practices Complete DOH checklist daily and correct any issues in real time Complete opening and closing side work checklist for shift daily Set up and restock all stations as needed during and after service Accurately report cash and credit card tips and contribute to tip pool as applicable Reconcile all cash transactions Run closing POS report daily Complete daily shift log Update knowledge and skills by participating in further required training Complete other duties as assigned by Management
ESSENTIAL FUNCTIONS Able to speak, understand, read and write in English Able to comprehend and follow written and verbal direction Able to understand basic math Able to work independently or as part of a team Able to lift at least 30 pounds on a regular basis Able to bend, stoop, stand and perform extensive walking for 8-10 hours a day Adaptable in fast-paced and challenging work environment Organized approach to projects Able to take and give direction Able to approach their work with a sense of ownership and work with a sense of urgency Able to work nights, weekends and holidays and variable schedule, per the needs of the business Able to perform essential job functions under pressure, maintain professionalism when working under stress Maintain polished personal presentation; grooming meets Company standards as outlined by Employee Handbook Strict adherence to posted schedule and clock in/out at times Communicate information effectively and efficiently Maintain general knowledge of the restaurant, location, transportation, management team, etc. Maintain sanitation to Department of Health standards; Keeps work area clean and organized Inform Manager on Duty immediately of any DOH or OSHA/workplace safety violations
REQUIREMENTS Exceptional interpersonal skills and a passion for connecting with others Prior Barista experience or similar entry-level role in a bakery or cafe preferred Understanding of hygiene and food safety rules Multi-tasking abilities Ability to remain calm and professional in a fast-paced work environment
The company is an Equal Opportunity Employer, drug-free workplace, and complies with ADA regulations as applicable. Compensation Details
Compensation: Hourly ($20.00 - $25.00)
Benefits & Perks: Health Insurance, Dental Insurance, Vision Insurance, Paid Time Off, Commuter Benefits, Dining Discounts
Required Skills
Customer Service Skills
Cash Handling
Order Taking
Knowledge of Department of Health standards
Ability to Speak, Understand, Read and Write in English
Basic Math Skills
Ability to work independently or as part of a team
Physical Ability to Lift at Least 30 Pounds, Bend, Stoop, Stand, and Walk for 8 10 Hours a Day
Adaptability in a Fast Paced Work Environment
Organizational Skills
Ability to Take and Give Direction
Ownership Mentality and Sense of Urgency
Availability to Work Nights, Weekends, Holidays, and Variable Schedules
Ability to Work Under Pressure
Maintain Professionalism Under Stress
Maintain Polished Personal Presentation
Communication Skills
Knowledge of Hygiene and Food Safety Rules
Multi tasking abilities
Apply here
Via needabarista.com
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Postcard Bakery is looking for an experienced Head Barista to join the opening team and help manager daily operations.
This position is a hybrid with two shifts working as a Head Barista and ideally 1-2 additional shifts as a Barista. Shifts vary from as early as 7am to as late as 9pm.
POSITION SUMMARY The Head Barista is responsible for overseeing daily bakery operations including guest interactions, order taking, product quality, cash handling, ordering product, and Department of Health Standards. This position is specifically scheduled to open or close the bakery each day.
RESPONSIBILITIES Welcome and acknowledge all guests, upon entering our space Find ways to express omotenashi to guests and fellow team members Handle any guest complaints or issues in real time Process comps or voids needed during service Take orders from guests, ensuring 100% accuracy when ringing them into the POS Process guest payments accurately and in a timely manner Make all beverages to spec Interact with guests in a friendly, positive manner; making them feel welcome and assisting them with any needs Bus and reset tables as needed Maintain cleanliness of the bakery behind the counter and in guest areas throughout the shift by sweeping, cleaning windows and doors, arranging chairs, etc. Follow all DOH protocol set by management, practicing FIFO, labeling all product, using proper sanitizer, and food safety practices Complete DOH checklist daily and correct any issues in real time Complete opening and closing side work checklist for shift daily Set up and restock all stations as needed during and after service Accurately report cash and credit card tips and contribute to tip pool as applicable Reconcile all cash transactions Run closing POS report daily Complete daily shift log Update knowledge and skills by participating in further required training Complete other duties as assigned by Management
ESSENTIAL FUNCTIONS Able to speak, understand, read and write in English Able to comprehend and follow written and verbal direction Able to understand basic math Able to work independently or as part of a team Able to lift at least 30 pounds on a regular basis Able to bend, stoop, stand and perform extensive walking for 8-10 hours a day Adaptable in fast-paced and challenging work environment Organized approach to projects Able to take and give direction Able to approach their work with a sense of ownership and work with a sense of urgency Able to work nights, weekends and holidays and variable schedule, per the needs of the business Able to perform essential job functions under pressure, maintain professionalism when working under stress Maintain polished personal presentation; grooming meets Company standards as outlined by Employee Handbook Strict adherence to posted schedule and clock in/out at times Communicate information effectively and efficiently Maintain general knowledge of the restaurant, location, transportation, management team, etc. Maintain sanitation to Department of Health standards; Keeps work area clean and organized Inform Manager on Duty immediately of any DOH or OSHA/workplace safety violations
REQUIREMENTS Exceptional interpersonal skills and a passion for connecting with others Prior Barista experience or similar entry-level role in a bakery or cafe preferred Understanding of hygiene and food safety rules Multi-tasking abilities Ability to remain calm and professional in a fast-paced work environment
The company is an Equal Opportunity Employer, drug-free workplace, and complies with ADA regulations as applicable. Compensation Details
Compensation: Hourly ($20.00 - $25.00)
Benefits & Perks: Health Insurance, Dental Insurance, Vision Insurance, Paid Time Off, Commuter Benefits, Dining Discounts
Required Skills
Customer Service Skills
Cash Handling
Order Taking
Knowledge of Department of Health standards
Ability to Speak, Understand, Read and Write in English
Basic Math Skills
Ability to work independently or as part of a team
Physical Ability to Lift at Least 30 Pounds, Bend, Stoop, Stand, and Walk for 8 10 Hours a Day
Adaptability in a Fast Paced Work Environment
Organizational Skills
Ability to Take and Give Direction
Ownership Mentality and Sense of Urgency
Availability to Work Nights, Weekends, Holidays, and Variable Schedules
Ability to Work Under Pressure
Maintain Professionalism Under Stress
Maintain Polished Personal Presentation
Communication Skills
Knowledge of Hygiene and Food Safety Rules
Multi tasking abilities
Apply here
Via needabarista.com
2024.05.18 23:34 Bjorn-Kuul Christianity is paganism
First off we have the holy trinity which is odd in and of itself. Most Christians say they are separate but together in holy/godliness, that’s like saying we are separate but together in humanness. We are clearly autonomous and not the same. Or saying chairs and a table are separate but together in being a dining room set. Next we have the angels and saints who are 100% autonomous from Yahweh. This is proven by the rebellion of Lucifer and the the next rebellion of the watchers. Lastly the saints who some Christians pray to. This is the same concept as the other gods in let’s use Norse paganism for example cause that’s what I’m the most well versed in. Praying to something other then Yahweh puts them equal to the other gods in paganism who are still ruled by Odin. There is no difference. In conclusion pagans and Christians simply use different words for the same thing, only Christians can’t decide how exactly you get your ticket punched for the “good” afterlife.
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2024.05.18 23:00 Mountain-Vacation-99 Great Fisher-Price Baby Portable Baby & Toddler Dining Chair, Healthy Care Deluxe Booster Seat, Travel Gear with Dishwasher Safe Tray, Blue
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2024.05.18 21:49 holly948 Please join our initiative to get more off-leash dog parks in Kitsilano, and eventually, all of Vancouver!!
 | Join our FB group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/kitsoffleash submitted by holly948 to NiceVancouver [link] [comments] Read our article in The Vancouver Sun: https://vancouversun.com/news/shut-out-of-schoolyards-vancouver-dog-owners-ramp-up-pressure-on-city-to-add-dog-parks How can you help without Facebook? Call 311 and request a dog park be added near you, and email them your requests also! Their email is offleash@vancouver.ca Right now I'm starting with Kitsilano, as that's my community, but I will eventually be voicing support for more dog areas in all of Vancouver. We are one of the least dog-friendly cities in all of Canada, which is honestly absurd. Over 35% of Vancouver households have a dog, yet my closest dog park is a 30 minute walk away (50 with my dog!) and my closest fenced dog park is an hour away (who even knows how long it would take us!). Murphy Donut Sir Pickles III and I thank you so much for your support 🐶🐾💚 |
2024.05.18 21:36 supersettin I want to clean, and she has preferences. AITAH?
Title. So for some context, we live in a pretty small apartment, 740 sqft.
Let me give a lay of the land: living area, dining area, kitchen are all technically in the same (biggest) room. Living area fits loveseat, sofa, TV facing. Small fridge in the corner. Dining area adjacent to sofa, seats 4. Cutaway "bar top" wall separates, dining and kitchen. Bedroom about 120 sqft.
Now for the stuff:
Loveseat cannot be used, entirely filled with items to greater than the backrest height. Half the dining table is filled with stuff. Two of the dining chairs are filled with stuff and clothes slung over them. The entire bar top (L shape that you go around and leads to kitchen) has stuff on top. Pretty much nearly every surface we could use in the kitchen is in use / has stuff. All of our cupboards are pretty much filled up. The small ottomans have stuff inside them. I open stuff atop the range or the sink because of no space. In our room, my half (third now) has a few clothes on the floor that I pick up and do laundry, 75% of her "half" of the rooms carpet has stuff or stacks of clothes. Our bedroom closet can be opened halfway because of stuff. 1/3 of the content in there is mine (including "shared" items like the vacuum)
Anyways, now for justifications.
She has long days at work in the restaurant, often 12+ hours. A lot of the BS and negativity gets absorbed with her and she tries her very best to not bring it home. But a decent amount of it spills into. So she has a habit of bringing home some cheap knick knack, or snack, or something to make her feel better as to not go crazy. Problem is, this stuff collects after a while , as you can probably tell above. She is very particular about knowing exactly where everything is and me not touching anything while she is gone. When she is home usually she pushes back. If I bring up the idea of cleaning up. She needs to be in the right headspace. This usually comes maybe once a year or biennially. Aside from that, develops strong attachments to the things she gets. Including expired food, if there was some some form of memory attached to it.
We've had many arguments and long talks over time about this , and she feels that the world is a place where everyone takes (particularly stemming from the entitlement from guests and servers she manages) and she needs a means to give something to herself. I am adding to this feeling of "people taking from her" when I propose cleaning up.
Now for my own preferences. I am relatively minimalist and get very uncomfortable when there's too much stuff around, I feel like my space is closing in on me. It's quite hard for me to move around the house, I always have to move something over if I want to eat or fix something up to eat , or sit at the couch, etc. I get very self-conscious about inviting people over (I generally just don't these days) because of Just how messy everything is. Literally our space can accommodate perhaps one guest- they could sit at couch while I'll sit at the dinner table and we can watch something or talk to each other like that. I also just generally feel like your living space is a reflection of yourself and when it's all cluttered like this It can affect your mental space.
Tl;Dr: our place is a mess. I want to clean up, but she has attachments to the things that I want to throw out. Arguments -usually- lead to putting it off another month, another year. The stuff builds.
AITAH? Thank you for reading.
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Let me give a lay of the land: living area, dining area, kitchen are all technically in the same (biggest) room. Living area fits loveseat, sofa, TV facing. Small fridge in the corner. Dining area adjacent to sofa, seats 4. Cutaway "bar top" wall separates, dining and kitchen. Bedroom about 120 sqft.
Now for the stuff:
Loveseat cannot be used, entirely filled with items to greater than the backrest height. Half the dining table is filled with stuff. Two of the dining chairs are filled with stuff and clothes slung over them. The entire bar top (L shape that you go around and leads to kitchen) has stuff on top. Pretty much nearly every surface we could use in the kitchen is in use / has stuff. All of our cupboards are pretty much filled up. The small ottomans have stuff inside them. I open stuff atop the range or the sink because of no space. In our room, my half (third now) has a few clothes on the floor that I pick up and do laundry, 75% of her "half" of the rooms carpet has stuff or stacks of clothes. Our bedroom closet can be opened halfway because of stuff. 1/3 of the content in there is mine (including "shared" items like the vacuum)
Anyways, now for justifications.
She has long days at work in the restaurant, often 12+ hours. A lot of the BS and negativity gets absorbed with her and she tries her very best to not bring it home. But a decent amount of it spills into. So she has a habit of bringing home some cheap knick knack, or snack, or something to make her feel better as to not go crazy. Problem is, this stuff collects after a while , as you can probably tell above. She is very particular about knowing exactly where everything is and me not touching anything while she is gone. When she is home usually she pushes back. If I bring up the idea of cleaning up. She needs to be in the right headspace. This usually comes maybe once a year or biennially. Aside from that, develops strong attachments to the things she gets. Including expired food, if there was some some form of memory attached to it.
We've had many arguments and long talks over time about this , and she feels that the world is a place where everyone takes (particularly stemming from the entitlement from guests and servers she manages) and she needs a means to give something to herself. I am adding to this feeling of "people taking from her" when I propose cleaning up.
Now for my own preferences. I am relatively minimalist and get very uncomfortable when there's too much stuff around, I feel like my space is closing in on me. It's quite hard for me to move around the house, I always have to move something over if I want to eat or fix something up to eat , or sit at the couch, etc. I get very self-conscious about inviting people over (I generally just don't these days) because of Just how messy everything is. Literally our space can accommodate perhaps one guest- they could sit at couch while I'll sit at the dinner table and we can watch something or talk to each other like that. I also just generally feel like your living space is a reflection of yourself and when it's all cluttered like this It can affect your mental space.
Tl;Dr: our place is a mess. I want to clean up, but she has attachments to the things that I want to throw out. Arguments -usually- lead to putting it off another month, another year. The stuff builds.
AITAH? Thank you for reading.
2024.05.18 19:58 Premier_Outdoor Elevate Your Glamping Experience: Top Tips and Hidden Gems for Luxurious Outdoor Stays 🏕️✨
Discover Hidden Gems Explore lesser-known glamping locations that offer stunning views, tranquility, and all the comforts of home. Did you know that Under Canvas Zion in Utah offers luxury tents with breathtaking views of Zion National Park? Or that Treebones Resort in Big Sur, California provides unique yurt accommodations with panoramic ocean views? Check out The Resort at Paws Up in Montana, where you can enjoy safari-style tents with access to a range of outdoor activities. Discover Dunton Hot Springs in Colorado, a restored ghost town turned luxury resort, perfect for a unique glamping experience. Avoid the crowded spots and uncover secluded, high-end retreats. Share your favorite glamping destinations and let others in on the best-kept secrets of outdoor leisure.
Top Tips for Glamping Maximize your glamping experience with expert tips and tricks. Did you know that glamping sites often provide luxury bedding, private bathrooms, and gourmet dining options? Learn how to choose the perfect glamping site that matches your comfort needs and adventure desires. Opt for locations with additional amenities like hot tubs, guided tours, and outdoor activities. Whether it’s a cozy treehouse, a chic Airstream trailer, or a lavish safari tent, these tips will ensure you have a luxurious and enjoyable time.
Must-Have Gear Equip yourself with the latest and greatest in glamping gear. From high-tech gadgets like portable espresso makers and solar-powered lanterns to comfort essentials like heated blankets and campfire cookware sets, discover the items that will enhance your adventures. For example, the BioLite FirePit allows you to have a smokeless campfire with USB charging capabilities. The YETI Tundra cooler keeps your food and drinks cold for days, ensuring you have fresh supplies throughout your stay. The Helinox Chair Zero offers lightweight, packable seating for ultimate comfort. Get recommendations, reviews, and find out what gear you shouldn't leave home without.
Unforgettable Experiences Create memories that last a lifetime. Share your most unforgettable glamping moments and get inspired by stories from fellow glampers. Whether it's a romantic evening under the stars at El Cosmico in Marfa, Texas, a family adventure in a treehouse at The Mohicans in Ohio, or a serene getaway at AutoCamp Yosemite, these experiences are what glamping is all about. Studies have shown that combining comfort with nature can significantly enhance your overall well-being and relaxation.
Health Benefits Did you know that glamping combines the health benefits of spending time outdoors with the comfort of modern amenities? According to the Mayo Clinic, being in nature can reduce stress levels, improve mood, and boost creativity. The added comfort of glamping ensures you get restful sleep, which is essential for overall health. Research published in Frontiers in Psychology indicates that glamping can also improve mental health by providing a serene environment for relaxation and rejuvenation.
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Top Tips for Glamping Maximize your glamping experience with expert tips and tricks. Did you know that glamping sites often provide luxury bedding, private bathrooms, and gourmet dining options? Learn how to choose the perfect glamping site that matches your comfort needs and adventure desires. Opt for locations with additional amenities like hot tubs, guided tours, and outdoor activities. Whether it’s a cozy treehouse, a chic Airstream trailer, or a lavish safari tent, these tips will ensure you have a luxurious and enjoyable time.
Must-Have Gear Equip yourself with the latest and greatest in glamping gear. From high-tech gadgets like portable espresso makers and solar-powered lanterns to comfort essentials like heated blankets and campfire cookware sets, discover the items that will enhance your adventures. For example, the BioLite FirePit allows you to have a smokeless campfire with USB charging capabilities. The YETI Tundra cooler keeps your food and drinks cold for days, ensuring you have fresh supplies throughout your stay. The Helinox Chair Zero offers lightweight, packable seating for ultimate comfort. Get recommendations, reviews, and find out what gear you shouldn't leave home without.
Unforgettable Experiences Create memories that last a lifetime. Share your most unforgettable glamping moments and get inspired by stories from fellow glampers. Whether it's a romantic evening under the stars at El Cosmico in Marfa, Texas, a family adventure in a treehouse at The Mohicans in Ohio, or a serene getaway at AutoCamp Yosemite, these experiences are what glamping is all about. Studies have shown that combining comfort with nature can significantly enhance your overall well-being and relaxation.
Health Benefits Did you know that glamping combines the health benefits of spending time outdoors with the comfort of modern amenities? According to the Mayo Clinic, being in nature can reduce stress levels, improve mood, and boost creativity. The added comfort of glamping ensures you get restful sleep, which is essential for overall health. Research published in Frontiers in Psychology indicates that glamping can also improve mental health by providing a serene environment for relaxation and rejuvenation.
2024.05.18 19:03 No-Intention-291 Need Help Designing this Small Square Living Space
Hi DesignMyRoom, kindly requesting layout ideas for this small apartment I'm moving into, particularly for the main living space where the man is standing. Ideally I'd like to have a "living room" (sofa, TV), small dining set, and a work area (desk, chair). There will be an air conditioner underneath the window so I can't put anything against that part. Due to the constraints, I am open to any sort of compromise you may suggest, though less of these would be better of course. Hoping for any creative ideas; thank you!
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2024.05.18 17:33 AssistancePretend668 Help me start to plan a quadraphonic setup for my parents
I'm leaving the country, may have a month or so of downtime, and can't bring my whole setup with me. It's basically going to spend forever in storage, and I can't bring myself to sell what's been years of saving money and picking speakers I love. I've never tried to assemble it all as one system (it's always been living room and office), but talking to my parents as making it a project in their house. They have an unused loft/bedroom that is definitely not acoustically perfectly. My mother especially likes her music for dancing, and both of them have been absolutely blown away when they've heard my past (properly tuned) setups. I want to [potentially] make something that would be a fun and challenging project for me, enjoyable for them, and maybe add value to their house if they ever sell to someone who wants this sort of thing. I can't imagine the cost of shipping all of this to South Africa being reasonable, so trying to give back to them for all they've done for me.
This is what I have to work with:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I have to worry too much about cabling length as it'll be XLR to the monitors. However to run the subs off the SHD, I'd have to use the RCA connectors. I was thinking one sub on either side to minimize unbalanced cabling distance, with the larger sub to fill the room with lower frequencies (it goes down to about 16hz I think) and the smaller one to create a bit more punch. Tuning all the settings on those HSU subs together is going to be a really fun time lol. I've never done a sub crawl with 2 subs either.
While I'd absolutely love to do proper quadraphonic angles and put their Eames chair in the perfect spot, I have to accept that my mom does enjoy her dancing in that room so I'd have to all the Dirac and REW measurements/correction for a larger area. It's a fun project for me, but ultimately it has benefit especially her and not just make it a room for me while I'm indefinitely gone.
Where do I start?
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This is what I have to work with:
- 2x HEDD Type 20 Mk2 monitors
- 2x HEDD Type 07 Mk2 monitors
- 1x HSU VTF-3 Mk4 subwoofer
- 1x HSU VTF-1 Mk2 subwoofer
- miniDSP SHD DAC
- 12x 6" thick panels w/ Corning 703 fiberglass, pushed out another 2" with foam cubes to, in theory, use both sides of the panels to catch everything. I forget the dimensions I built the frames to, but they're roughly the size of a 5' tall human.
- DAC has Dirac w/ a miniDSP UMIK-1 mic and stand for measuring
- Will likely use their unused Mac Mini via USB as a source
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I have to worry too much about cabling length as it'll be XLR to the monitors. However to run the subs off the SHD, I'd have to use the RCA connectors. I was thinking one sub on either side to minimize unbalanced cabling distance, with the larger sub to fill the room with lower frequencies (it goes down to about 16hz I think) and the smaller one to create a bit more punch. Tuning all the settings on those HSU subs together is going to be a really fun time lol. I've never done a sub crawl with 2 subs either.
While I'd absolutely love to do proper quadraphonic angles and put their Eames chair in the perfect spot, I have to accept that my mom does enjoy her dancing in that room so I'd have to all the Dirac and REW measurements/correction for a larger area. It's a fun project for me, but ultimately it has benefit especially her and not just make it a room for me while I'm indefinitely gone.
Where do I start?
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2024.05.18 15:46 PlasmaShovel Needle in The Haystack 14
When I was looking through the finished chapter folder today, one was missing, and I got worried that I deleted it on accident. Turns out it was at the top of the folder instead of the bottom, because I put a space in the title that wasn't supposed to be there. So, crisis averted, I guess.
Many thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe.
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Chapter 14: Hydrophobic
- Memory Transcription Subject: Meba, Venlil Computer Scientist
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 20th, 2136
It was comfy.
I wasn’t sure about the whole ‘scarf’ thing, but after finishing it, and putting it on, I actually liked it quite a bit. Finishing it wasn’t even hard, all I had to do was bring the end of the yarn through the last loop and weave in the end, which was a breeze with a little help from Arlene.
She helped me put it on. Apparently, there was a nearly infinite number of ways to wear the garment. Anything from braids, to knots, to wraps, to simply dangling from the neck. It was truly amazing how many ways humans managed to use a simple strip of fabric.
She showed me several different ways to tie it. First only draping it around my neck, then showing me how to do the ‘once around’, next tying a ‘Parisian’ knot, and finally showing me a braided one that was really just a modified version of the Parisian, where instead of bringing both ends through the loop, you only put one through, and then give it a half turn, put the other end in, and repeat until the ends are completely integrated into the braid.
Arlene made a weird squealing noise. “Okay hold on, I need to take a picture of this.” She pulled out her phone and took shots of me from several angles, even pulling the camera right up to my snout at one point, and causing me to flinch.
She turned the phone around to reveal an extremely distorted, and equally unflattering close up of my face. “Everybody loves a fish eye filter.”
I didn’t know what to say. The disrespect was palpable.
“Oh, let me show you a trick.” She undid the braid, taking the scarf and wrapping it around front to back, and bringing the ends back around and down through the loop at the front. Then she took the back part, and brought it over the back of my head in a hood, having a bit of trouble getting it past my wool, and pressing my ears down towards the front of my face. I liked the Parisian better.
“This is really uncomfortable.” My voice sounded muffled with the hood flattening my ears.
“Okay, okay. Just let me get one picture.” She pointed the phone at me again.
Once she was done with her ‘photoshoot’, I took off the scarf. “Is this really that enjoyable for you?”
“Extremely. You have no idea how cute this is. I’ll make one with ear holes for you so you can wear the hood comfortably next time.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever need that much insulation.”
“You never know. What if you go to the night for some reason?”
“Despite my heritage, I don’t have much of a thing for freezing temperatures.”
“Well, it’s up to you. Do you like it?”
I folded up the scarf and put it into my bag. “It’s comfy. Like a hug.”
She smiled. “It looks good on you too.”
My tail wagged of its own accord. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Hold on, let’s get one more picture.” She pulled out her phone again, and crouched next to me to match my height, pointing the camera towards us both. “Smile!”
Flustered, I struggled to make the foreign expression. Arlene put her arm around my shoulder, and took the picture.
“There we go, Dad’s gonna get a kick out of that… once I actually get a way to send it to him.” She tapped away at the screen for a moment. “How much time do we have before we need to leave for dinner?”
“A quarter claw or so.”
“Okay, perfect. Since we have some time…” She smiled. “You wanna learn how to spin thread?”
“Sure.”
Her smile deepened. “Okay okay, come on, let me show you how.” She nearly sprinted over to the spinning wheel.
I followed, though not nearly as eager.
“Sit down.” She ordered, bringing up a chair next to the contraption.
I obliged. Arlene loomed over me, looking even larger while I sat in the wooden seat. A pointless shiver went up my spine.
She brought a little bag of rolags next to the wheel, placing it on the ground, then turning to the wheel.
“It’s already set up, but I’ll redo it so you can see how.” She removed the bobbin from its spot. “Before you start, you need a bit of yarn to start off, so you can attach the new fibers to it.” She tied a loop in the end of the yarn, and slotted the bobbin back in with a clack. “It goes in like this. Then we set the tension, which is how much the bobbin will pull on your side of the yarn. You change it using this little knob down here.” She twisted the knob back and forth a few times for effect. “It should be fine for you, just tell me if it’s pulling too hard.”
I flicked an ear.
“Okay, so we bring the yarn along the hooks here, towards this hole, which is called the orifice. I have a little hook here to pull the yarn through.” She stuck it in, then pulled the yarn back through, and handed it to me.
The yarn was fine; a single strand of wool, though I knew it was actually a tangle of several. As I slid my paw pad along the yarn, it felt slightly fuzzy in my paws, with a few errant hairs struggling to escape.
“Don’t grab it so hard. Try to be firm, but gentle.”
I adjusted my grip. “Better?”
“I wont really know for sure until you start. Let’s try the treadle. You play an instrument?”
“No, why?”
What would music have to do with this?
“Well, just pretend that you do. You need to keep a steady beat so the speed stays constant. Put your foot on the treadle and give it a try.” She smiled.
“Okay then.” I put my paw down, and gave it a push. As the wheel turned, my paw was soon lifted back up from the floor, then reaching the apex of the turn. Instinctively, I pushed down again, and the wheel gained yet more speed. Then, I misplaced my next push, and sent the wheel turning the other way.
A pat on my shoulder. I didn’t realize I was so tense. “Relax, it’s hard at first. Just keep trying. You gotta be gentle with it; you don’t want it to go too fast. You had the right idea before, just let it move your foot, and give it a little tap when needed… oh, and be careful not to let go of the yarn.”
“Uh huh… thanks.” I tried again, paying more attention to my timing now. Keeping the speed consistent was harder than it looked. However, while I didn’t think of myself as more coordinated than the average venlil, I think I was getting the hang of it.
“There ya’ go. That’s pretty good. Can you try changing directions?”
How the brahk am I supposed to do that?
I looked up at her, then back to the wheel, when my concentration faltered.
“Just push down before it goes over the top of the spin. It’s basically what you’re doing now, but in reverse.”
Just keeping it spinning was hard enough. Turning it around? Nope, that wasn’t gonna happen.
“Come on, you can do it.”
Ugh.
I attempted to get it to turn in the other way, to no avail; when I pushed down, it still went over the apex of the turn, and I didn’t take the pressure off fast enough, so it sped up way more than before, throwing me off beat.
“Brahk.” I spat, claws from my free paw digging into my thigh. My face burned with bloom.
The wheel slowed to a crawl, then a stop, lifeless. My eyes fixed on it like hooks to meat.
“Hey, don’t worry, just give it another shot.”
“Y-yeah.” I gave it another push, repeating until it was up to speed. The machine made a gentle whirring as it turned.
I watched the treadle, and the plank that attached it to the wheel. After a few more rotations, I gave it a big push in the other direction, and it slowed greatly. The next rotation, I gave it another push, and it turned around.
“Woo! You did it!”
Arlene’s yelling startled me, and I stopped.
“Let’s get you spinning some thread now.” She gave me a big teeth bearing grin.
I tried not to look at her mouth too hard. “Okay.”
She grabbed a rolag from the pile. “It’s probably best if I just show you.”
“Alright.”
Arlene roughed up the end of the rolag, then she grabbed the yarn from my hand, and looped the fibers around the loop. “Could you start it up again?”
“Yeah.”
Once the wheel was spinning, she slid her fingers down the rolag; the whole thing constricted into a length of yarn, due to the twist.
After it twisted up, she fed it into the orifice, which promptly swallowed it up, and then she repeated the process: thinning out the rolag a bit, sliding the twist in, and feeding it into the machine. She did this 6 times before she ran out of fiber. But that didn’t stop her; she just grabbed another rolag and pressed the feathery end into the yarn, and continued. Three more times, and she stopped.
She motioned for me to stop pedaling. “You get all that?”
I blinked. “It doesn’t look too hard.”
“Let’s get to it then.” She handed me the fibers, and stood back, a thumb pointing up to the sky.
I took them in my paws, and held them in a firm grip, so they wouldn’t come out of my hands when I started pedaling. The wheel came up to speed, blurring slightly. My vision narrowed to the singular point in front of me: the fiber. Heartbeats felt like footsteps in my chest, my breathing slow. I felt the fiber; how it pulled against my paws, the roughness of the strands, the texture of the wool. Drafting a bit of the fibers out, I slid my paw pads along the fiber, to let a little twist into it. It strangled into a single line of yarn. Slowly, carefully, I fed it into the orifice, all while keeping the wheel turning at a reasonable speed. There were bits where the yarn was thicker, and thinner, where I failed to keep the fibers consistent. Particles of dust played in the corner of my vision.
Repeat.
The bumps slid against my paw pads like thorns, though I tried to squish them down. I didn’t know how you were supposed to get rid of them. I pulled along the fiber, feeling the twist rub against me. Another length into the bobbin.
Repeat.
My claws slid along the fibers, twist came in, I fed it into the orifice. Repeat. I drafted more fiber, slid along it, and fed it into the orifice. Repeat. I struggled to pull apart the fibers, so I slowed down the wheel’s speed. Repeat. When I untwisted part of the yarn in my paws, the fiber came apart easier. Repeat. Every now and then, I would grab more yarn from the pile, and attach it to the yarn. My leg burned from the constant motion. Repeat.
Repeat, repeat, repeat,
Instead of hitting wool, my paw struck air. I was out. I sopped pedaling, and the wheel came to a stop.
Arlene struck her hands together in a rhythmic motion. “Good job!” She had moved to the other side of the machine from her original place beside me, and I didn’t even notice. “I was going to show you how to feed the yarn evenly onto the bobbin, but you were so focused I just decided to change the hooks for you. Seriously, you’re a natural; I’ve never seen someone get it so fast.”
My mouth was dry from thirst. How long had I been spinning? I glanced around the room. “W-what time is it?”
Arlene grabbed the end of the fibers from my paws and tied it around an extrusion on the machine. “I think you started about forty minutes ago.” She scratched at her head. “Sorry, that’s uh…”
“So not long?” I asked. My perception of time was completely off. It felt like I had just sat down, though that was obviously not the case.
“Yeah.” She replied. “Wanna take a look at your yarn?”
An ear flick later, and she was humming some Earth tune while removing the bobbing from the spinning wheel, tying off the end of the fiber in an overhand knot to keep it from unraveling. After a moment of inspection, she passed the bobbin to me.
“It’s damn good work for your first time.” She said bluntly.
I ran a paw along the bundled yarn. “There’s a bunch of bumps.”
“Come on, I didn’t even show you how to control the thickness yet. You should be proud.” Arlene ordered, with a slap on the back that struck a cough out of me.
She was just being nice, I knew. Arlene was like that; she would probably praise me even if I somehow managed to destroy the wheel. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy about it. I made this. I was holding it in my own two paws.
“Thanks.” I tried to smile.
“Aw, you’re welcome.” Arlene smiled back. It was warm.
“We should get going, or we’ll be late.” I said, handing her the bobbin back.
“Sure, give me a sec.” She replied, grabbing a pocket umbrella from the other room. I considered the claim that humans could smell rain before it started dubious at best. Though, it might have been a good idea to check the weather report.
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I should have listened.
So much rain, and that’s not even mentioning the wind. Anything that wasn’t blown away was pummeled, including us. We huddled under the singular human umbrella, which was wholly insufficient to shield us from the raindrops. We were shuffling towards the restaurant at a painfully slow pace, Arlene unbuttoning her coat to drape its hydrophobic veil around the both of us. From the outside, we probably looked like a horrid chimera of venlil and human, with tough stitched skin, stretching under powerful muscles. It’s a good thing we didn’t have to worry about other pedestrians. It was too late to go back now.
Arlene said something, but I couldn’t hear it over the rain and the wind.
“What?!” I asked.
“I said! Are we close!?” She yelled in response.
“What?!”
She brought the coat around our heads to shield from the wind. “Are we almost there?!”
“Almost!” I said, throat scratchy.
On the horizon—no, it wasn’t the horizon, it was just the edge of our vision in the wet hell we were trapped in—a spattering of warm neon lights shot through the endless layers of water like a photon cannon, while each speck of liquid reflected the shiny oasis, beckoning us closer with promises of warmth and comfort. Arlene slipped on a puddle, her boots caked thick with mud, the rubber treads no longer providing traction. I helped her to steady herself, and almost fell myself.
I saw movement in the window of the establishment, the details of which I couldn’t place. A drop of rain charged straight into my eye, and I lost focus.
There was a small awning above the door, but it didn’t do much to help against the rain, completely useless against the nearly sideways path of the water. Though, at least we weren’t completely soaked. Arlene’s coat was a boon I couldn’t have predicted. I was beginning to see the appeal of human apparel; I couldn’t imagine traveling through such weather with just my wool, or, stars forbid, nothing but skin. Though, that wouldn’t stop my brain from trying.
The rain like gunfire, wind stinging like nettles, piercing right through your insignificant form. Bones rattling with imminent death, breath frozen in the lungs.
We both wiped our feet on the doormat, which was as soaked as everything else. Arlene heaved the door open with excessive force, completely void of concern for the reaction of those inside the building, which was… sub-optimal, to say the least.
I had not yet noticed what an expensive place it was, but as soon as I spotted the two waitstaff near the entrance, I couldn’t help but say a prayer for my wallet, and our survival. Both of them nearly jumped out of their wool as soon as we entered, and almost immediately after, the more confident of the two stepped forward to shove us right back out the doors.
“Get out, get out! You’ll scare the patrons!” He hissed, below the chatter of the dining area.
“We’re not going back into the storm.” Arlene informed him.
“Oh yes you are, human.” The waitstaff corrected.
“We do not serve predators in this establishment.” The second educated further.
You’re not going to let them speak to her like that, are you?
I flicked my tail in disgust, and my voice bounded forth with unprecedented spirit. “Are you brahking dense? You can’t refuse service because she’s human.”
“What a farce. Do you seriously expect the exterminators to comply with that drivel?” The first questioned.
“Who in their right mind would let a blood thirsty animal into a place for eating? Do you want to get someone killed? Or are you just as mad?” Reiterated the second.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I inquired calmly.
Arlene grabbed me by the shoulders. “Hey, calm down. They’re just doing their jobs.”
Jobs? What do jobs have to do with this?
“You must be some sort of mad if you think we’re going back into that storm.” I explained.
The first waitstaff sighed. “Do you even have a reservation?”
“Of course we do!” I pulled my datapad out from its pocket. It wouldn’t turn on.
“What’s wrong?” Arlene asked.
“The rain killed it.” I replied.
“No reservation? I figured.” Said the first waitstaff, with an extremely punchable look on his face. “Then, if you please. Get. Out.”
“Now hold on just a second,” Arlene said, with palms raised in some sort of odd threat display. “it’s murder out there. Won’t you let us stay at least until the rain lets up?”
“Most certainly not.” Said the first.
“Not a chance.” Echoed the second.
“Look, I’m sorry about my friend, he’s on edge because of the storm. We won’t be long, just until it’s safe to leave.” She pleaded.
Some of the people dining noticed the commotion at the door, and more than a few shot sidelong glances at us. Gusts of wind blew against the door, shaking it against the little foyer we were standing in.
As the waitstaff were about to give their rebuttal, I spotted a familiar coat near the back of the dining room, ducking out from behind a covered booth. A small figure, with sandy fur, and a look of endless confidence on his face: Gram. He made his way towards the entrance, stopped a few paces from the foyer, rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, rubbed his eyes again, and then hid a deranged snicker behind his paw.
“H-hey Meba.” He let out a muffled giggle. “Doormen giving you trouble?”
I rolled my eyes.
Gram addressed the waitstaff. “Don’t worry, he’s with me.”
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Chapter 14: Hydrophobic
- Memory Transcription Subject: Meba, Venlil Computer Scientist
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 20th, 2136
It was comfy.
I wasn’t sure about the whole ‘scarf’ thing, but after finishing it, and putting it on, I actually liked it quite a bit. Finishing it wasn’t even hard, all I had to do was bring the end of the yarn through the last loop and weave in the end, which was a breeze with a little help from Arlene.
She helped me put it on. Apparently, there was a nearly infinite number of ways to wear the garment. Anything from braids, to knots, to wraps, to simply dangling from the neck. It was truly amazing how many ways humans managed to use a simple strip of fabric.
She showed me several different ways to tie it. First only draping it around my neck, then showing me how to do the ‘once around’, next tying a ‘Parisian’ knot, and finally showing me a braided one that was really just a modified version of the Parisian, where instead of bringing both ends through the loop, you only put one through, and then give it a half turn, put the other end in, and repeat until the ends are completely integrated into the braid.
Arlene made a weird squealing noise. “Okay hold on, I need to take a picture of this.” She pulled out her phone and took shots of me from several angles, even pulling the camera right up to my snout at one point, and causing me to flinch.
She turned the phone around to reveal an extremely distorted, and equally unflattering close up of my face. “Everybody loves a fish eye filter.”
I didn’t know what to say. The disrespect was palpable.
“Oh, let me show you a trick.” She undid the braid, taking the scarf and wrapping it around front to back, and bringing the ends back around and down through the loop at the front. Then she took the back part, and brought it over the back of my head in a hood, having a bit of trouble getting it past my wool, and pressing my ears down towards the front of my face. I liked the Parisian better.
“This is really uncomfortable.” My voice sounded muffled with the hood flattening my ears.
“Okay, okay. Just let me get one picture.” She pointed the phone at me again.
Once she was done with her ‘photoshoot’, I took off the scarf. “Is this really that enjoyable for you?”
“Extremely. You have no idea how cute this is. I’ll make one with ear holes for you so you can wear the hood comfortably next time.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever need that much insulation.”
“You never know. What if you go to the night for some reason?”
“Despite my heritage, I don’t have much of a thing for freezing temperatures.”
“Well, it’s up to you. Do you like it?”
I folded up the scarf and put it into my bag. “It’s comfy. Like a hug.”
She smiled. “It looks good on you too.”
My tail wagged of its own accord. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Hold on, let’s get one more picture.” She pulled out her phone again, and crouched next to me to match my height, pointing the camera towards us both. “Smile!”
Flustered, I struggled to make the foreign expression. Arlene put her arm around my shoulder, and took the picture.
“There we go, Dad’s gonna get a kick out of that… once I actually get a way to send it to him.” She tapped away at the screen for a moment. “How much time do we have before we need to leave for dinner?”
“A quarter claw or so.”
“Okay, perfect. Since we have some time…” She smiled. “You wanna learn how to spin thread?”
“Sure.”
Her smile deepened. “Okay okay, come on, let me show you how.” She nearly sprinted over to the spinning wheel.
I followed, though not nearly as eager.
“Sit down.” She ordered, bringing up a chair next to the contraption.
I obliged. Arlene loomed over me, looking even larger while I sat in the wooden seat. A pointless shiver went up my spine.
She brought a little bag of rolags next to the wheel, placing it on the ground, then turning to the wheel.
“It’s already set up, but I’ll redo it so you can see how.” She removed the bobbin from its spot. “Before you start, you need a bit of yarn to start off, so you can attach the new fibers to it.” She tied a loop in the end of the yarn, and slotted the bobbin back in with a clack. “It goes in like this. Then we set the tension, which is how much the bobbin will pull on your side of the yarn. You change it using this little knob down here.” She twisted the knob back and forth a few times for effect. “It should be fine for you, just tell me if it’s pulling too hard.”
I flicked an ear.
“Okay, so we bring the yarn along the hooks here, towards this hole, which is called the orifice. I have a little hook here to pull the yarn through.” She stuck it in, then pulled the yarn back through, and handed it to me.
The yarn was fine; a single strand of wool, though I knew it was actually a tangle of several. As I slid my paw pad along the yarn, it felt slightly fuzzy in my paws, with a few errant hairs struggling to escape.
“Don’t grab it so hard. Try to be firm, but gentle.”
I adjusted my grip. “Better?”
“I wont really know for sure until you start. Let’s try the treadle. You play an instrument?”
“No, why?”
What would music have to do with this?
“Well, just pretend that you do. You need to keep a steady beat so the speed stays constant. Put your foot on the treadle and give it a try.” She smiled.
“Okay then.” I put my paw down, and gave it a push. As the wheel turned, my paw was soon lifted back up from the floor, then reaching the apex of the turn. Instinctively, I pushed down again, and the wheel gained yet more speed. Then, I misplaced my next push, and sent the wheel turning the other way.
A pat on my shoulder. I didn’t realize I was so tense. “Relax, it’s hard at first. Just keep trying. You gotta be gentle with it; you don’t want it to go too fast. You had the right idea before, just let it move your foot, and give it a little tap when needed… oh, and be careful not to let go of the yarn.”
“Uh huh… thanks.” I tried again, paying more attention to my timing now. Keeping the speed consistent was harder than it looked. However, while I didn’t think of myself as more coordinated than the average venlil, I think I was getting the hang of it.
“There ya’ go. That’s pretty good. Can you try changing directions?”
How the brahk am I supposed to do that?
I looked up at her, then back to the wheel, when my concentration faltered.
“Just push down before it goes over the top of the spin. It’s basically what you’re doing now, but in reverse.”
Just keeping it spinning was hard enough. Turning it around? Nope, that wasn’t gonna happen.
“Come on, you can do it.”
Ugh.
I attempted to get it to turn in the other way, to no avail; when I pushed down, it still went over the apex of the turn, and I didn’t take the pressure off fast enough, so it sped up way more than before, throwing me off beat.
“Brahk.” I spat, claws from my free paw digging into my thigh. My face burned with bloom.
The wheel slowed to a crawl, then a stop, lifeless. My eyes fixed on it like hooks to meat.
“Hey, don’t worry, just give it another shot.”
“Y-yeah.” I gave it another push, repeating until it was up to speed. The machine made a gentle whirring as it turned.
I watched the treadle, and the plank that attached it to the wheel. After a few more rotations, I gave it a big push in the other direction, and it slowed greatly. The next rotation, I gave it another push, and it turned around.
“Woo! You did it!”
Arlene’s yelling startled me, and I stopped.
“Let’s get you spinning some thread now.” She gave me a big teeth bearing grin.
I tried not to look at her mouth too hard. “Okay.”
She grabbed a rolag from the pile. “It’s probably best if I just show you.”
“Alright.”
Arlene roughed up the end of the rolag, then she grabbed the yarn from my hand, and looped the fibers around the loop. “Could you start it up again?”
“Yeah.”
Once the wheel was spinning, she slid her fingers down the rolag; the whole thing constricted into a length of yarn, due to the twist.
After it twisted up, she fed it into the orifice, which promptly swallowed it up, and then she repeated the process: thinning out the rolag a bit, sliding the twist in, and feeding it into the machine. She did this 6 times before she ran out of fiber. But that didn’t stop her; she just grabbed another rolag and pressed the feathery end into the yarn, and continued. Three more times, and she stopped.
She motioned for me to stop pedaling. “You get all that?”
I blinked. “It doesn’t look too hard.”
“Let’s get to it then.” She handed me the fibers, and stood back, a thumb pointing up to the sky.
I took them in my paws, and held them in a firm grip, so they wouldn’t come out of my hands when I started pedaling. The wheel came up to speed, blurring slightly. My vision narrowed to the singular point in front of me: the fiber. Heartbeats felt like footsteps in my chest, my breathing slow. I felt the fiber; how it pulled against my paws, the roughness of the strands, the texture of the wool. Drafting a bit of the fibers out, I slid my paw pads along the fiber, to let a little twist into it. It strangled into a single line of yarn. Slowly, carefully, I fed it into the orifice, all while keeping the wheel turning at a reasonable speed. There were bits where the yarn was thicker, and thinner, where I failed to keep the fibers consistent. Particles of dust played in the corner of my vision.
Repeat.
The bumps slid against my paw pads like thorns, though I tried to squish them down. I didn’t know how you were supposed to get rid of them. I pulled along the fiber, feeling the twist rub against me. Another length into the bobbin.
Repeat.
My claws slid along the fibers, twist came in, I fed it into the orifice. Repeat. I drafted more fiber, slid along it, and fed it into the orifice. Repeat. I struggled to pull apart the fibers, so I slowed down the wheel’s speed. Repeat. When I untwisted part of the yarn in my paws, the fiber came apart easier. Repeat. Every now and then, I would grab more yarn from the pile, and attach it to the yarn. My leg burned from the constant motion. Repeat.
Repeat, repeat, repeat,
Instead of hitting wool, my paw struck air. I was out. I sopped pedaling, and the wheel came to a stop.
Arlene struck her hands together in a rhythmic motion. “Good job!” She had moved to the other side of the machine from her original place beside me, and I didn’t even notice. “I was going to show you how to feed the yarn evenly onto the bobbin, but you were so focused I just decided to change the hooks for you. Seriously, you’re a natural; I’ve never seen someone get it so fast.”
My mouth was dry from thirst. How long had I been spinning? I glanced around the room. “W-what time is it?”
Arlene grabbed the end of the fibers from my paws and tied it around an extrusion on the machine. “I think you started about forty minutes ago.” She scratched at her head. “Sorry, that’s uh…”
“So not long?” I asked. My perception of time was completely off. It felt like I had just sat down, though that was obviously not the case.
“Yeah.” She replied. “Wanna take a look at your yarn?”
An ear flick later, and she was humming some Earth tune while removing the bobbing from the spinning wheel, tying off the end of the fiber in an overhand knot to keep it from unraveling. After a moment of inspection, she passed the bobbin to me.
“It’s damn good work for your first time.” She said bluntly.
I ran a paw along the bundled yarn. “There’s a bunch of bumps.”
“Come on, I didn’t even show you how to control the thickness yet. You should be proud.” Arlene ordered, with a slap on the back that struck a cough out of me.
She was just being nice, I knew. Arlene was like that; she would probably praise me even if I somehow managed to destroy the wheel. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy about it. I made this. I was holding it in my own two paws.
“Thanks.” I tried to smile.
“Aw, you’re welcome.” Arlene smiled back. It was warm.
“We should get going, or we’ll be late.” I said, handing her the bobbin back.
“Sure, give me a sec.” She replied, grabbing a pocket umbrella from the other room. I considered the claim that humans could smell rain before it started dubious at best. Though, it might have been a good idea to check the weather report.
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I should have listened.
So much rain, and that’s not even mentioning the wind. Anything that wasn’t blown away was pummeled, including us. We huddled under the singular human umbrella, which was wholly insufficient to shield us from the raindrops. We were shuffling towards the restaurant at a painfully slow pace, Arlene unbuttoning her coat to drape its hydrophobic veil around the both of us. From the outside, we probably looked like a horrid chimera of venlil and human, with tough stitched skin, stretching under powerful muscles. It’s a good thing we didn’t have to worry about other pedestrians. It was too late to go back now.
Arlene said something, but I couldn’t hear it over the rain and the wind.
“What?!” I asked.
“I said! Are we close!?” She yelled in response.
“What?!”
She brought the coat around our heads to shield from the wind. “Are we almost there?!”
“Almost!” I said, throat scratchy.
On the horizon—no, it wasn’t the horizon, it was just the edge of our vision in the wet hell we were trapped in—a spattering of warm neon lights shot through the endless layers of water like a photon cannon, while each speck of liquid reflected the shiny oasis, beckoning us closer with promises of warmth and comfort. Arlene slipped on a puddle, her boots caked thick with mud, the rubber treads no longer providing traction. I helped her to steady herself, and almost fell myself.
I saw movement in the window of the establishment, the details of which I couldn’t place. A drop of rain charged straight into my eye, and I lost focus.
There was a small awning above the door, but it didn’t do much to help against the rain, completely useless against the nearly sideways path of the water. Though, at least we weren’t completely soaked. Arlene’s coat was a boon I couldn’t have predicted. I was beginning to see the appeal of human apparel; I couldn’t imagine traveling through such weather with just my wool, or, stars forbid, nothing but skin. Though, that wouldn’t stop my brain from trying.
The rain like gunfire, wind stinging like nettles, piercing right through your insignificant form. Bones rattling with imminent death, breath frozen in the lungs.
We both wiped our feet on the doormat, which was as soaked as everything else. Arlene heaved the door open with excessive force, completely void of concern for the reaction of those inside the building, which was… sub-optimal, to say the least.
I had not yet noticed what an expensive place it was, but as soon as I spotted the two waitstaff near the entrance, I couldn’t help but say a prayer for my wallet, and our survival. Both of them nearly jumped out of their wool as soon as we entered, and almost immediately after, the more confident of the two stepped forward to shove us right back out the doors.
“Get out, get out! You’ll scare the patrons!” He hissed, below the chatter of the dining area.
“We’re not going back into the storm.” Arlene informed him.
“Oh yes you are, human.” The waitstaff corrected.
“We do not serve predators in this establishment.” The second educated further.
You’re not going to let them speak to her like that, are you?
I flicked my tail in disgust, and my voice bounded forth with unprecedented spirit. “Are you brahking dense? You can’t refuse service because she’s human.”
“What a farce. Do you seriously expect the exterminators to comply with that drivel?” The first questioned.
“Who in their right mind would let a blood thirsty animal into a place for eating? Do you want to get someone killed? Or are you just as mad?” Reiterated the second.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I inquired calmly.
Arlene grabbed me by the shoulders. “Hey, calm down. They’re just doing their jobs.”
Jobs? What do jobs have to do with this?
“You must be some sort of mad if you think we’re going back into that storm.” I explained.
The first waitstaff sighed. “Do you even have a reservation?”
“Of course we do!” I pulled my datapad out from its pocket. It wouldn’t turn on.
“What’s wrong?” Arlene asked.
“The rain killed it.” I replied.
“No reservation? I figured.” Said the first waitstaff, with an extremely punchable look on his face. “Then, if you please. Get. Out.”
“Now hold on just a second,” Arlene said, with palms raised in some sort of odd threat display. “it’s murder out there. Won’t you let us stay at least until the rain lets up?”
“Most certainly not.” Said the first.
“Not a chance.” Echoed the second.
“Look, I’m sorry about my friend, he’s on edge because of the storm. We won’t be long, just until it’s safe to leave.” She pleaded.
Some of the people dining noticed the commotion at the door, and more than a few shot sidelong glances at us. Gusts of wind blew against the door, shaking it against the little foyer we were standing in.
As the waitstaff were about to give their rebuttal, I spotted a familiar coat near the back of the dining room, ducking out from behind a covered booth. A small figure, with sandy fur, and a look of endless confidence on his face: Gram. He made his way towards the entrance, stopped a few paces from the foyer, rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, rubbed his eyes again, and then hid a deranged snicker behind his paw.
“H-hey Meba.” He let out a muffled giggle. “Doormen giving you trouble?”
I rolled my eyes.
Gram addressed the waitstaff. “Don’t worry, he’s with me.”
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2024.05.18 14:27 Sweet-Count2557 Best Restaurants in Seymour in
 | Best Restaurants in Seymour in Are you ready to embark on a culinary journey through Seymour? Look no further! We've scoured the city to bring you the ultimate guide to the best restaurants in town.From mouthwatering comfort food to delectable international cuisines, Seymour has it all. Join us as we delve into the culinary delights of this charming city and discover the hidden gems that will satisfy your taste buds.Get ready to indulge in a symphony of flavors that will leave you craving for more.Key TakeawaysLarrisons Diner is a must-visit restaurant in Seymour, known for its delicious food sourced from local purveyors.Rails Craft Brew & Eatery is a highly rated eatery in Seymour, offering delicious pub grub including sandwiches and burgers.El Nopal is a top Seymour restaurant serving delicious Mexican cuisine, with a variety of drink options including beer, cocktails, and soft drinks.Batar is a popular restaurant in Seymour known for its fantastic comfort food and globally inspired fare, served in a beautiful ambiance with gardens adjoining a wildlife refuge.Larrisons DinerLarrisons Diner is a must-visit restaurant in Seymour for its delicious food. Located in the heart of downtown, it's considered one of the best restaurants in the area. What sets Larrisons Diner apart is their commitment to using locally sourced ingredients, ensuring that every dish is made with the freshest and highest quality ingredients available. This dedication to quality is evident in every bite, as the food at Larrisons Diner is nothing short of exquisite.If you're in the mood for pub grub, look no further than Rails Craft Brew & Eatery. This highly rated eatery offers a wide selection of sandwiches and burgers that are sure to satisfy any craving. Whether you're a fan of classic favorites or looking to try something new and exciting, Rails Craft Brew & Eatery has something for everyone.For those craving Mexican cuisine, El Nopal is the top restaurant in Seymour. With a menu featuring traditional dishes and a variety of beer, cocktails, and soft drinks, El Nopal provides an authentic dining experience that's sure to please.If comfort food is what you're after, The Townhouse Cafe is the place to go. This locally owned eatery prides itself on its laid-back ambiance and uses fresh ingredients and time-tested recipes to create dishes that are both comforting and delicious. The Townhouse Cafe is the perfect spot to relax and enjoy a meal that feels like home.As we transition to the next section about Rails Craft Brew & Eatery, it's important to note that Seymour has a diverse culinary scene, offering a range of options for every palate. From the popular Batar, known for its fantastic comfort food and globally inspired fare, to the mouthwatering comfort food served in the beautiful wooden saloon-like ambiance of Cracker Barrel, there's no shortage of delicious dining options in Seymour. So, whether you're in the mood for tasty comfort food in the cozy interior of Sunshine Cafe or looking to enjoy a brewpub experience with comfort food and intimate conversations at Brooklyn Pizza Co., Seymour has it all.Rails Craft Brew & EateryRails Craft Brew & Eatery is a highly rated restaurant in Seymour known for its delicious pub grub. As experienced food enthusiasts, we can attest to the quality of their sandwiches and burgers, which are always prepared with care and packed full of flavor.Whether you're craving a classic burger or a creative sandwich, Rails Craft Brew & Eatery is a must-visit spot for satisfying your pub food cravings.Highly Rated Pub GrubWhen we visited Rails Craft Brew & Eatery, we were impressed by their highly rated pub grub. This locally-owned eatery in Seymour offers a delightful experience for those seeking freedom and a taste of the best local craft beers. Here are four reasons why Rails Craft Brew & Eatery stands out among the best restaurants in Seymour:Local Craft Beers: Rails Craft Brew & Eatery takes pride in offering an impressive selection of local craft beers. Each sip reflects the passion and creativity of the local brewing community, allowing you to support and enjoy the flavors of Seymour.Unique Twists on Classic Pub Dishes: At Rails Craft Brew & Eatery, you can indulge in classic pub dishes with a twist. From their mouthwatering sandwiches to their juicy burgers, every bite is an explosion of flavors that will leave you craving for more.Relaxed and Laid-Back Atmosphere: The welcoming ambiance at Rails Craft Brew & Eatery invites you to unwind and enjoy your meal at your own pace. Whether you're meeting friends or enjoying a meal alone, this pub is the perfect spot to kick back and savor the freedom of Seymour.Highly Rated: Rails Craft Brew & Eatery has earned a well-deserved reputation for its highly rated pub grub. With a dedicated focus on quality and flavor, this eatery has become a go-to spot for locals and visitors alike.When it comes to highly rated pub grub in Seymour, Rails Craft Brew & Eatery is a top contender. So, if you're in the mood for delicious food, local craft beers, and a relaxed atmosphere, make sure to add Rails Craft Brew & Eatery to your list of must-visit restaurants in Seymour.Delicious Sandwiches and BurgersWe were delighted to discover that Rails Craft Brew & Eatery offers a delectable selection of sandwiches and burgers to satisfy our cravings. Their sandwiches are made with high-quality ingredients and are bursting with flavor. From classic options like the BLT and turkey club to more adventurous choices like the buffalo chicken sandwich, there's something for everyone.And if you're in the mood for a juicy burger, Rails Craft Brew & Eatery has got you covered as well. Their burgers are cooked to perfection, with juicy patties and a variety of toppings to choose from. Whether you're looking for a classic cheeseburger or something more unique like their signature Rails Burger, you won't be disappointed.Rails Craft Brew & Eatery is definitely the place to go when you're in Seymour and craving a delicious sandwich or burger.El NopalEl Nopal is a top Seymour restaurant serving delicious Mexican cuisine, offering a wide variety of dishes and drinks. When it comes to authentic Mexican flavors, El Nopal doesn't disappoint. The chefs at El Nopal have mastered the art of creating dishes that are bursting with traditional Mexican flavors. From the tangy salsas to the savory enchiladas, every bite is a taste of Mexico.But it's not just the food that makes El Nopal a standout restaurant. The extensive drink menu is another reason why this place is a favorite among locals and visitors alike. Whether you're in the mood for a cold beer, a refreshing cocktail, or a non-alcoholic beverage, El Nopal has something for everyone. Sip on a classic margarita or try one of their signature drinks like the El Nopal Sunrise.What sets El Nopal apart from other Mexican restaurants is the freedom it offers diners. The menu is filled with a wide range of options, allowing guests to customize their meal to suit their preferences. Whether you're a vegetarian, have dietary restrictions, or simply want to try something new, El Nopal has options for you. From burritos to tacos, fajitas to quesadillas, there's no shortage of choices at this Seymour gem.The Townhouse CafeThe Townhouse Cafe is a go-to spot for us when we're looking for fresh, time-tested recipes and superb comfort food dishes.The laid-back ambiance and casual space create a welcoming atmosphere where we can relax and enjoy our meal.From their delicious breakfast options to their mouthwatering lunch and dinner offerings, The Townhouse Cafe never disappoints.Fresh, Time-Tested RecipesAt The Townhouse Cafe, we pride ourselves on using fresh ingredients and time-tested recipes in our dishes. Our commitment to quality ingredients ensures that every bite is bursting with flavor, while our traditional cooking techniques preserve the authenticity of our recipes.Here are four reasons why our fresh, time-tested recipes set us apart:Unmatched Taste: Our fresh ingredients are carefully selected to enhance the flavors of our dishes, resulting in a culinary experience that's simply unparalleled.Nostalgic Comfort: Our time-tested recipes have been passed down through generations, evoking a sense of nostalgia and reminding our patrons of the comforting meals they enjoyed growing up.Consistency: By adhering to our tried-and-true recipes, we're able to consistently deliver delicious meals that our customers have come to love and expect.Freedom of Choice: Our menu offers a wide variety of options, ensuring that there's something for everyone to enjoy, no matter their dietary preferences or restrictions.At The Townhouse Cafe, we believe that using fresh ingredients and time-tested recipes is the key to creating memorable dining experiences that satisfy both the body and the soul.Laid-Back Ambiance, Casual SpaceWhen you step into The Townhouse Cafe, we immediately feel welcomed by the laid-back ambiance and casual space. The cozy dining experience offers a refreshing break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.The restaurant's casual dining options create a relaxed atmosphere where you can enjoy a meal at your own pace. The Townhouse Cafe's warm and inviting interior is the perfect setting for a leisurely lunch or a cozy dinner with friends.Whether you're in the mood for a comforting plate of classic comfort food or a light and refreshing salad, this restaurant has something to satisfy everyone's taste buds. The Townhouse Cafe truly embodies the essence of a laid-back dining experience, where you can unwind and enjoy delicious food in a casual and welcoming environment.Superb Comfort Food DishesAs we walk through the doors of The Townhouse Cafe, we're immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of superb comfort food dishes, and we can't wait to indulge in them. The Townhouse Cafe is a must-visit restaurant in Seymour for anyone seeking a taste of home-cooked goodness.Here are four reasons why their comfort food dishes are simply irresistible:Classic Meatloaf: The Townhouse Cafe's meatloaf is a perfect blend of savory flavors and moist texture. It's like a warm hug on a plate, reminding us of family dinners and cozy evenings.Chicken and Dumplings: This dish takes us back to simpler times, with tender chicken and fluffy dumplings simmered in a rich, flavorful broth. It's pure comfort in every bite.Mac and Cheese: The Townhouse Cafe's mac and cheese is the epitome of gooey, cheesy goodness. Each forkful is like a mouthful of pure bliss, satisfying our cravings for creamy, indulgent comfort food.Homemade Apple Pie: The perfect ending to a comforting meal, The Townhouse Cafe's homemade apple pie is a slice of heaven. The buttery crust and sweet, cinnamon-spiced filling make it a dessert we can't resist.When it comes to superb comfort food dishes, The Townhouse Cafe in Seymour is a must-visit restaurant. So why wait? Indulge in their delicious offerings and experience the freedom of culinary satisfaction.BatarWe absolutely love Batar for their fantastic comfort food and globally inspired fare. This popular restaurant in Seymour offers a unique menu with a wide range of offerings that will satisfy any palate. From their delectable appetizers to their mouthwatering main courses, Batar never fails to impress.One of the standout features of Batar is their vintage plate presentation. Each dish is carefully arranged on beautiful, antique plates, adding an extra touch of elegance to the dining experience. It's a visual feast before you even take your first bite.To give you a better idea of what to expect at Batar, here is a table showcasing some of their standout dishes:DishDescriptionPriceTruffle Mac n' CheeseCreamy macaroni and cheese with a hint of truffle oil$12.99Moroccan Spiced LambTender lamb marinated in exotic Moroccan spices$24.99Thai Coconut Curry ChickenSucculent chicken in a fragrant coconut curry sauce$19.99Mushroom RisottoCreamy arborio rice cooked with a variety of mushrooms$16.99Chocolate Lava CakeDecadent chocolate cake with a gooey molten center$8.99As you can see, Batar offers a diverse range of dishes that cater to different tastes and preferences. Whether you're in the mood for comfort food or want to try something new and adventurous, Batar has you covered.Cracker BarrelAlthough we've already discussed several outstanding restaurants in Seymour, one that can't be overlooked is Cracker Barrel. This iconic establishment offers a unique ambiance and home cooked flavors that are sure to satisfy any craving. Here are four reasons why Cracker Barrel is a must-visit in Seymour:Comfort Food Paradise: Cracker Barrel is known for serving mouthwatering comfort food that will transport you back to your grandmother's kitchen. From their fluffy buttermilk biscuits to their savory fried chicken, every bite is filled with nostalgic flavors that warm the soul.Saloon-Like Ambiance: Step into Cracker Barrel and you'll be greeted by a beautiful wooden interior reminiscent of an old-fashioned saloon. The rustic decor, cozy fireplace, and rocking chairs create a welcoming atmosphere that makes you feel right at home.Country Store Experience: Cracker Barrel isn't just a restaurant; it's an experience. After enjoying a delicious meal, take some time to browse through their country store. From unique gifts to old-fashioned candies, you'll find a wide array of items that capture the essence of Americana.Variety of Sauces and Flavors: If you're in the mood for something different, Cracker Barrel has got you covered. While their classic comfort dishes steal the show, they also offer a variety of sauces and flavors to explore. So next time you visit, don't hesitate to try something new and exciting.As we transition to the next section about Sunshine Cafe, get ready to discover another hidden gem in Seymour that's sure to satisfy your cravings.Sunshine CafeLet's explore the Sunshine Cafe, a casual eatery known for its tasty comfort food. As we step inside, we're greeted by a simple interior adorned with cozy chairs and wooden tables. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, creating a sense of comfort and relaxation. Whether you're looking for a quick bite or a leisurely meal, Sunshine Cafe has got you covered.The menu at Sunshine Cafe offers a variety of delicious comfort food options that are sure to satisfy any craving. From classic favorites like burgers and sandwiches to hearty soups and salads, there's something for everyone. The food is prepared with care and attention to detail, ensuring that each dish is bursting with flavor.One of the things that sets Sunshine Cafe apart is their commitment to using fresh and high-quality ingredients. They source their ingredients locally whenever possible, supporting local purveyors and ensuring that their dishes are made with the finest ingredients available. This dedication to quality shines through in every bite.In addition to the tasty comfort food, Sunshine Cafe also prides itself on providing a laid-back and welcoming atmosphere. The cozy chairs and wooden tables create a relaxed and inviting space where you can enjoy your meal at your own pace. Whether you're dining with friends, family, or flying solo, Sunshine Cafe offers a freedom of experience that's hard to find elsewhere.Whether you're in the mood for a hearty breakfast, a satisfying lunch, or a comforting dinner, Sunshine Cafe is the place to be. With its cozy chairs, wooden tables, simple interior, and tasty comfort food, it's no wonder why this casual eatery is a favorite among locals and visitors alike. So come on in, take a seat, and indulge in a delicious meal that will leave you feeling satisfied and content.Frequently Asked QuestionsWhat Are Some of the Popular Dishes at Larrisons Diner?Popular dishes at Larrisons Diner include their mouthwatering burgers, juicy steaks, and delectable seafood options. Their menu offers something for everyone, with vegetarian and vegan options available at El Nopal.The diner is known for its delicious food sourced from local purveyors, ensuring freshness and quality in every bite. Whether you're in the mood for comfort food or something more adventurous, Larrisons Diner is a must-visit restaurant in Seymour.What Is the History Behind Rails Craft Brew & Eatery?Rails Craft Brew & Eatery has an interesting history that's closely tied to the Craft Beer Revolution. It was founded with the goal of providing a unique dining experience that combines delicious pub grub with a wide selection of craft beers.The restaurant has gained a reputation for its high-quality food and has become a popular destination for locals and visitors alike. With its focus on locally-sourced ingredients and a welcoming atmosphere, Rails Craft Brew & Eatery continues to be a top choice in Seymour.Are There Any Vegetarian or Vegan Options Available at El Nopal?Yes, El Nopal in Seymour offers a variety of vegetarian and vegan options. It's one of the vegetarian-friendly restaurants in town.They serve delicious Mexican cuisine and have a menu that includes vegetarian dishes like vegetable fajitas, vegetarian enchiladas, and bean burritos.Whether you're a vegetarian or a vegan, El Nopal is a great choice for flavorful and satisfying meals.What Are Some of the Signature Comfort Food Dishes at the Townhouse Cafe?At the Townhouse Cafe, some of our signature comfort food dishes are absolutely mouthwatering. From classic meatloaf with creamy mashed potatoes and gravy to our famous homemade mac and cheese, we've got you covered.And let's not forget about our hearty chicken pot pie and the delectable country fried steak served with all the fixings.As one of the best comfort food restaurants in Seymour, we take pride in serving up delicious, satisfying meals that will leave you feeling completely satisfied.Can You Provide More Information About the Gardens Adjoining the Wildlife Refuge at Batar?Have you ever wondered about the breathtaking gardens at Batar Wildlife Refuge? These gardens, adjoining the refuge, create a serene and picturesque setting for dining at Batar.As you indulge in their fantastic comfort food and globally inspired fare, you can also immerse yourself in the beauty of nature. The ambiance is truly captivating, with the gardens enhancing the overall dining experience.It's a place where you can enjoy exquisite cuisine while feeling connected to the natural world.ConclusionAs we conclude our culinary journey through Seymour, we leave behind the tantalizing aromas, the vibrant flavors, and the warm hospitality of the city's best restaurants.From the comforting embrace of Larrisons Diner to the lively atmosphere of Rails Craft Brew & Eatery, Seymour has proven itself to be a haven for food lovers.So come, explore the diverse culinary landscape, and let your taste buds be enchanted by the delicious offerings that await you in this charming city. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 13:41 Potential-Stop-4536 Baby stores?
Hi!
We’ll be staying in Paris for a month with our 2.5 year old and would like to purchase a high chair (booster works too) for ease of dining… looks like our airbnb doesn’t have it.
Obviously, we don’t want to splurge as it’ll be for temporary use. Any suggestions where I could find one? I guess something online would work also?
We’ll be staying staying near the Pantheon if that helps.
Thank you! 😇
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We’ll be staying in Paris for a month with our 2.5 year old and would like to purchase a high chair (booster works too) for ease of dining… looks like our airbnb doesn’t have it.
Obviously, we don’t want to splurge as it’ll be for temporary use. Any suggestions where I could find one? I guess something online would work also?
We’ll be staying staying near the Pantheon if that helps.
Thank you! 😇
2024.05.18 13:34 siobro AITA for causing an argument with my partner because of his unorganized he left.
Earlier today, my partner went to my house. I always asks him to take a bath especially since that he's been outside and a bit sweaty. He left his stuff in the dining chair, messy, and I didn't bother bringing his things in the room 'cause I literally had no clue. I left him downstairs, taking a bath, while I went upstairs to my room to wait for him. He came in upset that I didn't had the initiation to bring his things upstairs etc. I apologized and said that I didn't know he needs help, since he was also here yesterday and I also did not help him bring his things to my room.
After not talking to one another for a few minutes, he decided that he's just gonna go home. I did try stopping him but he kept on insisting. When we were on the stairs, he said that I didn't even tried stopping him on leaving (basically wtf). So he left.
Short background to our relationship, we've been together for almost a year, but a lot of shit happened in the fist quarter of our relationship, doing my best to redeem myself for him, but shit keeps getting worst.
When he got home, we talked on messenger and he called, I was so empty inside and was only fueled with anger, then he brought up that we should break up. I agreed. I said yes without having second thoughts (we broke up a lot in the past but there's always a second thought or a hesitation). He was shocked and cursed me. I said that, just because of that, our argument would shift into something this big again. Then he blamed me for it, telling me that I'm being a victim again (I said no). Maybe I am, maybe I am not. I don't care and I just really feel upset. He expects me to automatically do things for him. I told him that he should had been more clearly earlier about his things, but he wasn’t. I really can't defend myself at times, I'm not really good with words, but he is. Something did erupt from me earlier. A burst of anger and sadness, but I can't let it out. I'm so used to our arguments that I don't even cry about it anymore like I used to. Something in me died, but I didn't know when. I really want to break up with him, but something is stopping me, and same with him (he's my first love, I'm his 3rd). What should I do?
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After not talking to one another for a few minutes, he decided that he's just gonna go home. I did try stopping him but he kept on insisting. When we were on the stairs, he said that I didn't even tried stopping him on leaving (basically wtf). So he left.
Short background to our relationship, we've been together for almost a year, but a lot of shit happened in the fist quarter of our relationship, doing my best to redeem myself for him, but shit keeps getting worst.
When he got home, we talked on messenger and he called, I was so empty inside and was only fueled with anger, then he brought up that we should break up. I agreed. I said yes without having second thoughts (we broke up a lot in the past but there's always a second thought or a hesitation). He was shocked and cursed me. I said that, just because of that, our argument would shift into something this big again. Then he blamed me for it, telling me that I'm being a victim again (I said no). Maybe I am, maybe I am not. I don't care and I just really feel upset. He expects me to automatically do things for him. I told him that he should had been more clearly earlier about his things, but he wasn’t. I really can't defend myself at times, I'm not really good with words, but he is. Something did erupt from me earlier. A burst of anger and sadness, but I can't let it out. I'm so used to our arguments that I don't even cry about it anymore like I used to. Something in me died, but I didn't know when. I really want to break up with him, but something is stopping me, and same with him (he's my first love, I'm his 3rd). What should I do?
2024.05.18 07:57 EducationalQuiet2140 Certainty is the Sign
(Note To Reader: So this is an account of another encounter on Mr. Turners behalf. The interview happed last spring. In this session we got on the topic of claustrophobia and he told me this story. Here it is. -Dev)
When I was young my grandparents lived in a very nice old country home, just out side of town. The property must have only been a few acres but as a child I imagined it to be much, much larger. My grand father came from a long line of Swedish and Norwegian farmers. Himself being of the second generation born in America. He would tell me stories and tales of the home land, passed on to him by his grandfather.
The front lawn was perfectly manicured. The side yard that wrapped around to the back yard was also very neatly kept. I rather enjoyed the appearance of their house. From the outside it was very warm and inviting. The Trimming was a soft brown that looked very comforting above the white siding. The front entrance way was accompanied with a flowerpot growing a sunflower that was as tall as me at the time. Yellow as the sun.
The front door was red and had an old horseshoe door knocker. Just inside was the front room and it was very cosey. The stone fireplace warmed the wood paneled walls. The carpet was plush and felt as if you were stepping on a cloud. Soft on impact but almost springy on take off. I couldn't speak much on the comfortability of the couches as us kids were not allowed to sit on them. They were wrapped in clear plastic but they looked beautiful with their vintage floral pattern and hand carved wood frame.
The kitchen was through some French doors in the next room. It was open and was shared with the dining room. They had a very lovely cabinet with very fancy plates and silverware. Past the kitchen was a small hallway that led to a mud room/laundry room at the back of the house. At the halfway point of hallway was a bathroom to the left and to the right was a stairway leading down to the basement and guest room.
They had some interesting old, and very odd things down their. Lots of antiques; tables, chairs, dressers, Paintings, wooden hand carved sculptures; a large grandfather clock. It was a trove of mysterious belongings from unknown origins. The power of curiosity in a place like that is almost debilitating to a child. One day my brother found me playing with Lincoln logs in the front room on the floor saying "Hey" under his breath quietly. "I foun' somethin' on the stairs. Com'on I wanna show you!"
Like the pied piper and the spell that was cast on all the children in the town. I was compelled to follow. The air began to feel still as we crossed the thresh hold from front room to kitchen to hall way and half way down the stairs. It was so quiet. My brother pointed at a flag that was hung on the wall and a sign that hung above it that looked handmade and privative. There were words chiseled into the face but they didn't look like English. Their were some letters and symbols that I didn't recognize. The flag was a red background with a sideways blue cross and had a white border around the cross. As I got older I learned this was a Norwegian flag from the 1800s.
My brother grabbed the bottom corners of the flag lifting them up to reveal a small door not much bigger than myself. He looked at me and I stared back for a moment before he opened the door. A surge of cold, smelly, old, nasty air waffled out from the blackness inside. We both groan in repulse trying desperately not to vomit. Once we settled my brother said "Climb on in, lets check it out." As I reluctantly climbed in I tried to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I scanned the crawl space of the house until I noticed something move out of the corner of my eye and I refocused on an odd looking figure in the dark. It Lurched forward in my direction and growled at me just as the light behind me was snuffed out from the little door slammed shut. For the moment I was paralyzed. Completely strangled with fear. This Thing made a few thumping noise and sounds like something rustling around, getting closer. In this moment I regained functionality of my body and mind and began banging and hitting on the door with every ounce of desperation.
The only two thoughts that flooded my mind was one of certainty and one of uncertainty. I was certain at this point that the sign above the door was a warning in a much older language of some unholy creature from some nightmare in this waking world "Do Not Enter!" The uncertain thought was more of a question. Was this terrible blood curdling scream that reverberated through my ears into my skull and rattling my soul, coming from this unknown horror or was it coming from me?
Unfortunately or fortunately that is the end of the story. The rest of the event eludes me to this day. I had come to in my mothers arms as she was outside crossing the yard to leave. I remember looking up at her worried face and then looking back over her shoulder to see the the house. I noticed it was no longer daytime. I don’t remember visiting much after that memory.
(Final Notes: I actually visited the former property of his late grandparents, a few months back. I met the current property owners and after explaining what I was doing, they allowed me to check out the house. The house has been renovated over the last 25+ years but the overall layout matched the details of the house in the story. Most importantly the little door on the stairs.)
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When I was young my grandparents lived in a very nice old country home, just out side of town. The property must have only been a few acres but as a child I imagined it to be much, much larger. My grand father came from a long line of Swedish and Norwegian farmers. Himself being of the second generation born in America. He would tell me stories and tales of the home land, passed on to him by his grandfather.
The front lawn was perfectly manicured. The side yard that wrapped around to the back yard was also very neatly kept. I rather enjoyed the appearance of their house. From the outside it was very warm and inviting. The Trimming was a soft brown that looked very comforting above the white siding. The front entrance way was accompanied with a flowerpot growing a sunflower that was as tall as me at the time. Yellow as the sun.
The front door was red and had an old horseshoe door knocker. Just inside was the front room and it was very cosey. The stone fireplace warmed the wood paneled walls. The carpet was plush and felt as if you were stepping on a cloud. Soft on impact but almost springy on take off. I couldn't speak much on the comfortability of the couches as us kids were not allowed to sit on them. They were wrapped in clear plastic but they looked beautiful with their vintage floral pattern and hand carved wood frame.
The kitchen was through some French doors in the next room. It was open and was shared with the dining room. They had a very lovely cabinet with very fancy plates and silverware. Past the kitchen was a small hallway that led to a mud room/laundry room at the back of the house. At the halfway point of hallway was a bathroom to the left and to the right was a stairway leading down to the basement and guest room.
They had some interesting old, and very odd things down their. Lots of antiques; tables, chairs, dressers, Paintings, wooden hand carved sculptures; a large grandfather clock. It was a trove of mysterious belongings from unknown origins. The power of curiosity in a place like that is almost debilitating to a child. One day my brother found me playing with Lincoln logs in the front room on the floor saying "Hey" under his breath quietly. "I foun' somethin' on the stairs. Com'on I wanna show you!"
Like the pied piper and the spell that was cast on all the children in the town. I was compelled to follow. The air began to feel still as we crossed the thresh hold from front room to kitchen to hall way and half way down the stairs. It was so quiet. My brother pointed at a flag that was hung on the wall and a sign that hung above it that looked handmade and privative. There were words chiseled into the face but they didn't look like English. Their were some letters and symbols that I didn't recognize. The flag was a red background with a sideways blue cross and had a white border around the cross. As I got older I learned this was a Norwegian flag from the 1800s.
My brother grabbed the bottom corners of the flag lifting them up to reveal a small door not much bigger than myself. He looked at me and I stared back for a moment before he opened the door. A surge of cold, smelly, old, nasty air waffled out from the blackness inside. We both groan in repulse trying desperately not to vomit. Once we settled my brother said "Climb on in, lets check it out." As I reluctantly climbed in I tried to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
I scanned the crawl space of the house until I noticed something move out of the corner of my eye and I refocused on an odd looking figure in the dark. It Lurched forward in my direction and growled at me just as the light behind me was snuffed out from the little door slammed shut. For the moment I was paralyzed. Completely strangled with fear. This Thing made a few thumping noise and sounds like something rustling around, getting closer. In this moment I regained functionality of my body and mind and began banging and hitting on the door with every ounce of desperation.
The only two thoughts that flooded my mind was one of certainty and one of uncertainty. I was certain at this point that the sign above the door was a warning in a much older language of some unholy creature from some nightmare in this waking world "Do Not Enter!" The uncertain thought was more of a question. Was this terrible blood curdling scream that reverberated through my ears into my skull and rattling my soul, coming from this unknown horror or was it coming from me?
Unfortunately or fortunately that is the end of the story. The rest of the event eludes me to this day. I had come to in my mothers arms as she was outside crossing the yard to leave. I remember looking up at her worried face and then looking back over her shoulder to see the the house. I noticed it was no longer daytime. I don’t remember visiting much after that memory.
(Final Notes: I actually visited the former property of his late grandparents, a few months back. I met the current property owners and after explaining what I was doing, they allowed me to check out the house. The house has been renovated over the last 25+ years but the overall layout matched the details of the house in the story. Most importantly the little door on the stairs.)
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