|The shaded, relaxing patio at Divas|
|Divas kitchen is housed in a renovated garage.|
Some of us also ordered dinner. I eyed the tuna sandwich, but eventually settled on a small plate, an Avocado Ceviche (say-vee-shay). Ceviche, for those non-foodies who want to know, is raw fish marinated in lime or lemon juice and olive oil. I didn't know that at the time, but I know now.
When I went inside to place my order, I eyed the cozy seating areas thinking about the upcoming winter months. Yes, I begin thinking of cooler weather usually about this time of year. And ever since Cocoa Cafe closed, I've been in moderate mourning. Lost is the wonderful neighborhood cozy coffee house setting and the Italian cocoa. At least with Divas, the coziness is restored with overstuffed leather sofas and a bookshelf filled with intriguing books. Eight or so age 50+ ladies seated at a large dining room table near the restroom waiting area were discussing whether they would want to see movies or videos with lesbian sex. I couldn't help overhearing. There was nowhere else to stand in line for the ladies room. And no, I do not make things up just to blog about them. Once again a reminder this isn't Brigham Young's Salt Lake City anymore.
|Avocado ceviche, a Divas delicacy|
No, it did not contain fish, at all, and for some, this was a major food menu label violation. “It's an avocado salad,” said one person. Seriously. Where is your sense of adventure? I wouldn't have cared if it was called “Chopped Avocados and Friends,” or “Mix and Mingle in Light Green minor,” or “Bob the Builder,” but then I'm not hung up on labels, even though I was craving fish that day.
|The talented acoustic guitarist|
|The people pictured here enjoying the Divas patio are not in my coffee and tea group|