Friday, June 18, 2021
The bike or trike is on hold till I feel like dealing with it.
Father’s Day: we got into the habit years ago of celebrating on an off day when restaurants aren’t packed full. This afternoon seemed as good a time as any to go out. We went to a restaurant I hadn’t been to in awhile that used to offer outstanding Florida fare. Clearly the ownership has changed. Fortunately, husband’s Seafood Cobbler was delicious, as was our shared salmon spread appetizer with homemade chips and the grilled pecan Brussels sprouts. My meal? How can you make a Caesar salad with grouper so badly? No seasonings on the very bland grouper; again, how can you do grouper poorly? The salad had a light sprinkling of Parmesan from a shaker. Some negotiating happened; I was brought salt and pepper shakers and some grated cheese—cheddar? on Caesar? Really?? My meal was replaced with a fried shrimp appetizer as there was nothing grilled on the menu. Sounded fine, but—what appeared to be cocktail sauce wasn’t. My mouth burned so badly that I couldn’t taste the shrimp. Husband has leftover roasted veggies and the rest of my shrimp minus sauce for his inch tomorrow on his day at the market. My mission was to get a scoop of ice cream ASAP to ease my poor scorched taste buds. I had a scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt and felt much better.
Pluses: we had a nice after dinner walk downtown in search of ice cream, this was our first Friday night out on well over a year, husband had a great dinner and has lunch for tomorrow, we had a lovely drive along the intercoastal. We had a good laugh since we were reminded of our worst anniversary dinner on a New York harbor cruise. That’s another story.