"The woman said to the serpent, "We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, 'You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.' "
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At last, we meet!!! Java Jax closes shop on the early side, so it's been hard for me to finally catch them open. I'm happy to now announce I was able to satisfy my curiosity today. Here is how it went down....
I pulled into the lot of Java Jax, a converted old gas station located in downtown Vallejo. I always thought the parking lot looked to have an awkward layout but once in, its not that hard to navigate at all. I took a spot under the overhang and was welcomed by art--a B&W mural depicting what this joint may have looked like in the olden days...fabulous.
As I approached the building, espresso aromatics found their way into my nostrils and up to my brain. A scent so stimulating, I swear I felt my dopamine jump. I wasn't in the mood for hot java, or a new addiction. Maybe another day...
At once, the "Double Rainbow" ice cream freezer nearly reached out and grabbed my thighs. Oh joy, but no. Another day, I thought again. I was here for a sammich!
Like a fish outta water, I quickly looked around for the menu. I gathered that the gentlemen working here sensed a rookie, as they did not pressure me to order until my body language, or drooling, showed I had finished sizing things up. I was very satisfied with my final choices:
-Turkey Pesto w/ Swiss on Sourdough. Huge slices and a generous amount of chilled turkey with a very tasty pesto, perfect swiss slices, fresh crisp lettuce and juicy tomato. Sammich perfection garnished with a big dill half and a surprisingly tasty potato salad.
-Strawberry/Banana smoothie....w/ fresh frozen fruit. It was to die for...no lie.
And finally, the piece DE resistance....
-Apple Pie Turnover...temptation from the pastry display. I tried to ignore this piece of work but it acted like a magnet to every piece of me. Every step away brought me two steps back.
$13.50 was the total announced by the owner. I thought this was kinda high but before I could question it, "for here or to go" broke my frugal concentration. I looked around and saw some nice art on the wall, a disheveled bum getting a refill and an intellectual reading a quite sizable book....kinda serene, really. Decisions, decisions. What to do, what to do. Suddenly, the serpent in my mind suggested I take it to go. Because then, I could be all alone and be a bad little girl...he said. Yes, you know you want to steal a bite of the apple before lunch...he added. This is so dangerous. Hmmmmm.
Submissively succumbing under pressure is not something I'm proud of but oh what a fun ride home it was. Pure butter. Then apple. Then more butter butter butter butter again. Oh how I love you butter. Apple butter. Butter with butter. Just butter. Butter with crust. Baked butter. Sliced butter. Whipped butter. Apple turnovers made with lots of butter. One heck of a butter crust filled with wonderful baked apples.
The sandwich was really, reallly good. So was the smoothie. But my new foodie mission in life is to enjoy some of the java and another one of those evil turnovers. Join me?
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"When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves. " read more