Hello again, friends! This time I am blogging from an honest-to-goodness computer! Yeah, my father-in-law has one, but during the daytime I prefer to blog OUTside on the ShitJack II while smoking and conservatively applying sunlight to my translucent skin. About 30 combined minutes today produced a darker pigment to said skin, what most would call a 'base' tan. Yeah, things are looking good on that front. I absorb sun like....something that does things quickly. I anticipate a bonafide tan by the time I touch down to revisit my wretchedly lovely hometown.
I've been flirting with leaving all you 'lovely' people behind and moving to this heaven-state they call Arizona. I love the 110+degree heat they get during the usual times we visit, and fortunately AZ's Mother Nature caught wind of our arrival and has kicked up the thermometer to 99 tomorrow, versus a balmy 85 that is typical of this time of year. Bring it, my little weather minion, BRING IT. I love the eff out of western Washington, but I LOVE Arizona. focuspoint, let's go.
So the four of us went to Abuelo's, the best Mexican restaurant I've ever had the fortune in which to dine. Read my last blog to get the partic's. We (me, Allie, Tristan, and Paul, Allie's dad) sat down to our anniversary dinner - yeah, everyone was involved, that's how we roll. Service wasn't that great, and I was reminded after perusing the menu that they did NOT offer any lamb dishes (still), but that did not dispel my passion for the venue. I ended up ordering a dish they named 'El Mejor de la Casa,' or 'The Best of the House,' for all you pinche gringos. Yeah, it was $20. Yeah, it was the only menu item that was SLIGHTLY overpriced. But what greeted me and my off-the-tap Dos Equis Amber were two four-ounce bacon-wrapped filets mignon accompanied by three large bacon-wrapped prawns, with (yes) a small side of pork-n-beans and their signature side, papas con chile, which is basically Allie's cheesy potato dish (not knocking it!). There were also two dipping sauces, one which consisted of basically chile con queso (meant for the shrimp, but the steak was the swimmer), and something resembling a hunter sauce/brown sauce.
This is the second time I've visited Abuelo's: La Yadda-Yadda Embassy. I can't remember the first two words, but I noted the full name this time 'round as I was entering the building. I took a picture of the facade as well as the main dining area, and I cannot upload them now, so Paolo, you already saw them, and Jenny, I'll show them to you when we get back. There, that should cover both of my followers.
I'm still very enthused/enthralled by this restaurant. So many of the flavors that SHOULD be prevalent in Mexican cuisine in the PNW (Pacific North West, duh) are in bloom down here, and all the flavors that would fit the temperature AND the scene down here are what is going on up there. A revised commentary: read, hunter/mushroom sauce served with my filets. Potato casserole as a side. Bacon-wrapped meats cooked on a woodfired grill. Are these not considered critical elements of any reputable steakhouse or 'meatery' in the PNW? And the Oaxacans are serving southern-Texicali food up there? What the fuck is wrong with this picture? Yeah, I love pico de gallo and cilantro, but leave that to the taco stands and WOW us with your dark side! Lime-enhanced food should be showcased in warm climates, and pico de gallo, though delicious as a taco topping, needs to head south with its cousin cilantro and meet up with the warmer climes! Let it be a secondary up in more temperate climes, with sauces with more substance and the 'dark side' flowing through them taking over as the fall and winter overtake us.
My food was great. Bill was $80 for 3 plus Tristan, and libations. I am still a whore for this restaurant. I love this place, and salivate at every memory or thought of it.
So after dinner, we went to Target.
Let me interrupt this with a brief rundown of my reading style. I've been reading since I was two. And pretty much voraciously since I was eight. I'd estimate that I've read 1800 books since then, at the very least. If you doubt me: I finished 'Double Cross' by James Patterson in less than 48 hours, then went on to read John Grisham's new 'The Associate' in even less time. That's between 900-1000 pages in 96 hours. When I like a book, I finish it in two days, no matter the heft of the tome. So, being without a libro nuevo, I bought Jeffery Deaver's 'The Bodies Left Behind' this evening at Target. I anticipate being done with it by Saturday night.
Tristan got squirrelly once we stepped in, so the Target visit was cut (somewhat) short. We purchased a few unneeded items, including a box of Franken Berry cereal (yes, friends, Franken Berry, Boo Berry, and Count Chocula have all been recently re-released), and headed back home. Which brings me to 'my current state.'
Free Sauza Hornitos, copious amounts of Guinness (which I haven't had in tooooo long, considering my heritage), and the onus of my 4th anniversaire have ended in a quite-libated Watty. I have already typed too much, so more of this well-documented journey to the Sun will be proffered tomorrow, probably in the throes of a well-deserved hangover.
Thanks for tuning in. I'd like to think that SOMEone is lurking over the two hours+ I spent blogging today. Hell, it's even fairly family-friendly.
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