saturday’s dinner completely erased lunch. we tried the other restaurant, which ended up being super fancy. thankfully, we hadn’t just walked in from the beach. :p
we started outside, but forgot the bug spray, so we moved in. we had two awesome servers. there was someone playing piano in the corner. I felt like I was in dirty dancing, just minus all the dancing. does that paint the image for anyone like it does for me? haha. (does anyone even remember the first dirty dancing? it was on constant loop in my childhood.)
so. we ordered drinks, we chatted about how in awe we were about how incredible it is here, we looked over the menus.
they told me they’d create something special for me. I believed them here. he didn’t get concerned when I told him I was a vegetarian (like, sadly, the sever did last night). he asked if cheese was ok, smiled, and headed to the kitchen.
we started with a “caramelized onion bruschetta,” which was just a bite, but it was absolutely perfect. super sweet caramelly onion with thyme. I did not snap a photo until after we ate them. the plate was lovely, also. haha.
then they brought me something wonderful, that I still can’t explain. it was goat cheese, carbon oil, and a purée of chives, on some type of sweet cookie. sounds weird. but. so. good!
next up: asparagus & hearts of palm double cream soup… it took me until breakfast the next day to remember that “double cream” is “heavy cream” at home. I wonder why things taste delicious? either butter, or cream. I don’t lie when I say: I really didn’t care. my tummy was so happy.
my special main dish included mushrooms and zucchini, and a type of creamy cheesy rice with walnuts. not sure what this was either, but it was spectacular, too. :-)
last night we decided to eat at the main restaurant again. it had a great atmosphere, but nothing nearly as good to eat as saturday night.
now we are off to breakfast and yoga (!!! EP said he would try it, but I also agreed to give golfing a try on wednesday). :-) :-)