Markus N.
Yelp
Blue girls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise
They got pretty blue eyes
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange
Looks strange, looks strange ...
Well aware that Phil Collins sings "blue girls" and not "bluebird" and strongly inclined to believe that the lead man speaks not of places to stop and have a delicious breakfast, nonetheless I choose these lyrics because that's the song that started playing in my head when I picked up the pen this morning to share. Actually, "well aware" might be over-gracious. Truth be told, I always thought he was saying "bluebird."
And it kind of works either way, the (correct) words and the melody, if you fuzz your eyes a little. For the unfamiliar (and each day their numbers grow), search for "Genesis, Ripples" and you'll get to listen to what I'm talking about.
The Bluebird cafe is on the left hand side as you head from the Bay to the Redwood Empire. The little town of Hopland which it almost seems to have anchored over its many moons, is at the lower fringe of the Green Curtain. A gateway to an emerald paradise, if you're inclined to shafts of sunlight and motes and gnomes and musty smells like I am.
Over the two decades I've been making the northward pilgrimage the Bluebird has been a beacon to mark my way. Its siren song in days past was more successful, as I was more in an exploring mood and less in a habitual pattern of what seemed to make the most sense in a get-to-Eureka-quickly sort of mindset.
Saturday past I was in no hurry. The sun was shining, rabbit was away, I had nothing but time and a distant appointment in the woods. So I stopped in for breakfast.
They still have the chili and cheddar omelette which was exactly what the memory in my belly was hankering for. Little cinnamon rolls in a basket, all the coffee, and smiling prompt attentive counter love that could be made into a how you all should be doing this kind of restaurant training video.
I've never eaten lunch or supper at the Bluebird. I hear they have tasty hamburgers. I do not know from the hamburgers, but would be willing to wager that if they're half as good as the breakfasts then they're the best burgers for miles around.
Come north, my love. Tarry a while. Forget where you're going or why and simply enjoy the day.