Not us, that’s for sure. I’m a former pseudo-hippy, which is different from a hipster. I’ve wanted to try Five Points Market for breakfast. So we went there. Maybe a rainy day — so unusual in Tucson — invites trying something new.
Five Points Market is definitely for hipsters. And so they came. Better yet, it’s in a part of town that needed a gathering place. Young hipsters in tiny shorts and boots, beautiful couples with matching babies and toddlers, a group of lesbians or just girls with many tattoos, bicyclists, a few older folks like us.
Our food was yummy. I had breakfast salad: roasted winter squash with slivers of chili peppers, covered with super-fresh eggs, a side of winter squash puree to smush over it all. Got it? Accompanied by arugula salad. Dan had breakfast toast: a half-piece of multigrain toast topped by a lovely pink chili chutney and a layer of fried eggs.
I thought the place was expensive but worth trying. Coffee was $3 with only one refill! Still, we had an interesting conversation about race as a social construct, the rise and (I think) fall of anti-Semitism and who crossed the Bering Strait.
Unfortunately, I had to kill a bothersome fly. Ick. Nothing is perfect.
Tucson’s weather usually is perfect at this time of year. All those sunny days without the extreme heat. But this rainy day was a good time to drive through areas of Tucson I haven’t often seen. My man accommodated me. We zig-zagged through the old barrio, Armory Park and Miles neighborhoods.
Yup, a lovely time was had by all.