Thursday, December 31, 2015

lunch in El Real



We have a delightful friend from Milwaukee who has one of the apartments in the casa.  In fact, the apartment he bought is the very one we used to stay in before he bought  it and we bought the house.  Each year when he comes down for his vacation we get together for  a lunch or dinner to talk about old times and our mutual affection for Marie.  This year we went out to El Real to the Crab on the Beach, a huge open air restaurant with fantastic views and pretty good food.


We got there around 1:30, a good hour before the usual crowds arrive for comida.  Mr. C and I both had camerones al mojo de ajo and Al had filete al mojo de ajo ~ you know the rule; if anyone has garlic, EVERYONE has garlic.


There were about 20 shrimp swimming in garlic-infused butter that wafted around the table in the most wonderful aromatic cloud.  The meal was very good and all of us enjoyed everything.  NOTE:  I always take a little plastic box with me to bring home leftovers, and this was no exception.  Between the two of us we brought home enough shrimp for today's lunch.

 This is the view from the dining room.

Really not too shabby.  The reindeer on the right is part of the restaurant's Christmas decoration.  When was the last time you went to a resto that had a creche as part of its display?

It was a lovely lunch with good food, good views, good talk.

It's the last night of the year and so far it has been quiet down here at our end of the malecón.  I have no idea what's to come.  But as we close down for the night, here's the last sunset until 2016.


Like the year almost past, it's not really a spectacular sunset, but it is colorful and satisfying.  Some wonderful things happened; my trip to Europe with daughter Alex, a couple of great visits with g-kids and g-dogs (in Bozeman), good health news for both Mr. C (9 years since cancer treatment) and me (no cavities, low test numbers, and  the surgical wound is healing nicely), some good books, some good movies, some good food and drink.  All in all, it was a year worth living.

Happy New Year, dear readers, and I intend to recount new adventures in the coming year.

Good Night and Good Luck, as someone once said.


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