Since we had so much fun last weekend on our Saturdate, we decided to try another hand at it. It was another lovely sunny day (albeit a bit chillier), so what would any 20-something childless couple do? Go to the zoo, of course!
I befriended many a monkey in between jaunts to visit the swimming penguins, the birds sitting on the rhinos’ backs (they really do this, even in Utah), problem solving orangutans, pacing cougars, sleeping kangaroos, swallowing (and unswallowing) giraffes and chilly zebras.
We were definitely a minority (lacking a few kids to say the least), but we didn’t let that stop us. We are zoo enthusiasts!
And then later on that weekend was… YURTASTIC ADVENTURE TAKE II
Our first attempt at our Valentine’s date yurt dinner was a tremendous FAIL. We got off work early, dressed in appropriate warm clothes, drove up to Solitude and waited at the meeting point for over a 1/2 hour, only to discover that we had been stood up. Apparently they cancel the trip if there aren’t enough people and they failed to contact us. You can understand why we were disappointed when you read the description of the yurt on their website:
One of the most unique dining experiences in Utah, the Yurt offers an enchanting adventure and a delicious dinner. Guest’s cross-country ski or snowshoe (approximately 3/4 mile) through the moon or lantern lit forest to a Mongolian yurt, where a chef prepares an incredible five-course meal guests won’t soon forget. In its 19th season, this intimate dining experience seats twenty and is rated #7 on Sunset Magazine’s best mountaintop dining experiences list. Overwhelming popularity for this experience make reservations a must – the earlier you plan the better.
Disappointment of epic proportions. The chef of St. Bernard’s, who also cooks for the yurt, felt so terrible that he invited us to have dinner there on the house. And although it was not very yurt-like (I’m obsessed with yurts and am trying to figure out how to have an art studio yurt in the back yard), it was probably one of the top 10 meals of our lives. It was that good.
Fast forward to this weekend, when we were finally able to reschedule our trip. We repacked and bundled up and we were off, excitement still pretty high, despite the first fail. It hadn’t snowed for a few days so the trail was pretty packed and snowshoes weren’t necessary, so we were able to take a lovely stroll through the woods on a crisp evening, keeping our eyes out for wild animals or lost skiers. You can’t see me in this picture because I’m way up in front, just charging ahead, anxious to see the yurt!
And then, just around the bend (there were many, I think to make it seem more magical. I bet the yurt was really only about 100 feet from the meeting point, but it took a good 15 minutes to walk there on the charming trail):
The inside of the yurt was decorated in mongolian style, with great rustic photos, Tibetan prayer flags and a great professional stove and oven in the middle. We ate on two long tables, getting to know our fellow yurt-goers throughout the night. What characters. The meal was spectacular and so huge that we could barely touch the dessert when it strolled around two hours later.
Here is a rough menu:
Course 1: Roasted pepper and tomato soup with artisan cheese and chive oil.
Course 2: Fresh large scallop ceviche with sweet pepper relish on a bed of baby arugula. Served with a cucumber cup filled with salmon mousse. The scallop had the most incredible flavor and texture. I must try to recreate it.
Course 3: Baby spinach salad with spicy candied walnuts, slivered green apple and local Beehive “Barely Buzzed” cheese, with a scrumptious espresso lavendar crust.
Course 4: Thick, juicy pork tenderloin cooked with a wild mushroom sauce, served with buttered napa cabbage and roasted fingerling potatoes.
Course 5: Pumpkin spice cake and sliced strawberries marinated in a balsamic reduction.
By the end of the night we were so full and were having to waddle the whole 3/4 of a mile back to the car. I was seriously contemplating hiring a snowmobile to take me, as Shane refused to carry me (chivalry is dead). It started to lightly snow on our walk back. What a perfect way to end a perfect evening.
More on that “starting to snow” bit later. Shane’s still recovering from his “called in powder hungry” to work day.















































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