Feast in the city
Sometimes we go to a restaurant based purely on the reputation. Location doesn’t really matter (even when you are very hungry and you are standing just in front of the doorway). The menu seems interesting, and the price isn’t an issue, (especially when you are very hungry and you are standing just in front of the door). Besides, at the critical moment, no lineup to form an inpediment is worth a great deal on the grid of the “should we or shouldn’t we?’
Last evening found us at supper in the Claddagh Oyster House, where seafood rules supreme. Two out of three went for pan-seared scallops with a light flavour of raspberry (as near as we could figure, if berries can be spicy and sweet at the same time). In truth, the meal left me jealous, because I know I can’t reproduce it in my own kitchen. Son #3 opted for something a bit more exotic, featuring a rearing lobster in a bed of pasta. A camera would have been welcome, because this is one presentation that won’t be found on our supper table next winter. I had this feeling of being watched through the whole meal.
Small details count, and fresh bread served with a butter lightly flavoured with a misture of honey and almonds describes a table that escapes the ordinary. And price doesn’t matter.
Moving on to another meal, we returned to Casa Mia where the food is great. If I lived closer (outside of this season) I could see that this would be a great place to do coffee, soup, net. In that order.
The purchase of really late tickets for the new Batman movie left us in the city for the night (driving an hour back to camp wasn’t part of the price). We decided to visit visiting family (you figure it out) and catch up on family affairs. No, we didn’t phone home to tell the tent we’d be away. We also stocked up on cheap books and movies at a discount table in the local mall. Oddly enough, CD shops are a disappearing business model; we’re having difficulty tracking down the new Colette Cheverie recording. I was minutes too late the other evening at Rollo Bay, where the CD table had already closed down for the evening.
