Last night’s fancy-pants dinner was superb. Normally I approach insanely priced things and places with two garbage bags filled with skepticism. It takes a lot to impress me and to justify exorbiant prices but to my surprise, I found the restaurant not only well worth the money but with the prix fixe bistro menu, quite reasonable. Let me dazzle you:
One excellent mojito (my bill would have been MUCH higher had I felt like indulging in a lot of booze which I might have if I hadn’t been worried about the charges on my card going through because I was over my limit for the day).
A bottle of silly tap water (He opened it before I could protest that regular water was fine. Paying $5 for tap water is stupid and most studies have proven that the water quality is no better than plain old city water, yes, even in Mexico).
A dazzling fried goat cheese salad with strawberries, pumpkin seeds, apples, lettuce, etc…
Beef tenderloin in chipotle sauce with paper potatoes
Concentrated hot chocolate shot
$55.00
Not bad, right? The prix fixe was three courses for $385 pesos.
I shall return again for sure.
I saw this while I was in the mall yesterday and it made me think of 123 I Love You – a blog I read that isn’t updated nearly enough. I don’t live in Japan but we do get some interesting business names here in Mex too. As you can see from the photo, Men’s Secrets include moose, an eagle and a seagull. That is a secret I wouldn’t have guessed.
It reminds me of another store in my hood called “Pink Secrets,” that has listed on their door “pajamas, beauty, Victorias Secrets.”
This was the discussion over dinner last night because there are some things that non-native English speakers say here that I love like, “make a party.” When you receive an invitation, it’s almost always, “I’m going to make a party on Thursday, I’d love for you to come.” Now make a party is far more accurate than throw a party or have a party, which you don’t actually do, so they are correct. Another is the word “doubts” for questions. One of the dive masters always told the divers, “if you have any doubts, please let me know.” Again, correct, but not something a native speaker would say. I recently worked on a brochure that used the words “paddle tennis court” and “motor lobby.” Still, their English is far better than my Spanish, so I’m not making fun. I say things like, “I go, yesterday, to the store and I buy bread.”
Last night as i was getting ready for bed, I called the dogs in because there was a ruckus outside. The ruckus was caused by a cow (or perhaps more accurately, a bull because it had tiny horns) who was chilling on my street. He was still there this morning but had made it all the way to the other end of the street, a whole block. I watched him as he jumped over a fence and continued on his way. There used to be a herd of cows that came through every night at sunset but not any more. Sometimes there are horses that wander through, but never a lone cow/bull/whatever.
And finally, for the WTF portion of today’s post, I opened my new pack of men’s A-shirts and what do I find? The supermarket had already opened the pack and put a stupid security tag on the shirts and then RESEALED the package like f’ing morons. What? Is the checker going to open the package and remove the damn tag? Idiots.
Fortunately, after last year’s incident involving a security tag, I now know how to remove them myself without having to return to the store. (Pry up the back of the tag with a screwdriver, sneak in with some scissors or wire cutters and voila!).