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I wish I had a Leningrad Lizard…

27 Apr

Wednesday morning, I woke up craving won ton soup.  So, of course, this is a picture of won ton soup from my phavorite hole in the wall Chinese joint in Salinas, right?

Wrong…  I phailed to remind the nice pholk at the restaurant that I couldn’t have shrimp in mine.  I brought the steamy styrofoam back to the office without checking. 😦

A phew minutes later, I’d negotiated a very kind lunch trade with my phabulous coworker.  If only there had been a Snack Pak up for grabs!

Rio Grill (a long time phavorite of mine since I discovered the Leningrad Lizard) has been up to some exciting stuff, and today was their grand reopening after 27 years on the Peninsula.  Chef Cy Yontz has created quite the new menu (or so I hear, because while anyone who was anyone enjoyed the phiesta, I was outside raking in the cash and never even made it in the door).

A good Samaritan was kind enough to drop some nibbles by… and I would have to say that if they were any indication, Cy done good.  I’m planning a trip inside sometime very soon.

As you phollowers have discerned, I’m a highly restrained eater, so it was rather shocking that I wasn’t disgustingly phull after the bites at Rio… or take that and reverse it.

A phellow and I decided to night cap it at Mundaka in Carmel so I wouldn’t waste away…

We started with Croquetas.

The house bread- rubbed with tomatoes- went nicely with the Boquerones.

Speaking of Boquerones…

…and a dish of Coliflor to top it off (serious horseradish in this guy- YUM!)

I enjoyed a glass of the vinho verde with the meal, which always makes me a very happy camper.

I think it was well-deserved after the phailed soup attempt and the painfully prolonged moment of pheeling like Davy Crockett at the Alamo while working the check in at the Rio event.

Good times…


Tutus and Tuscans

24 Apr

I spent a significant portion of my day last Saturday in a tutu.  How many people (over the age of seven, that is) can say that?


While I was certainly the only adult rockin’ the tulle that day, it seemed apropos at a celebration of the phirst year of a very small and very adorable little princess to dress similarly.

The princess party took up the majority of the afternoon, so dinner didn’t come up as a topic until late in the evening.  Thankfully, I cashed in on my compelling charm and called up my dear old phriend (and no, I’m not calling him old, I’m calling him time-tested and me approved), Joe Rombi, and got a late reservation for me and a phellow.

(And thank the phood gods I called, because the place was PACKED!)

Prepared for a mastication marathon, I passed on the bruschetta that phirst arrived but tucked into the house bread quite contentedly.  I then insisted we have the Arancini as an appetizer, because anyone who passed up little phried balls of risotto delight is just plain bonkers.

I only got through a small portion of the house salad (I’m never really one for dressings anyway), because I knew my phavorite pasta was on the way (and I was busy relishing the 2006 Modus Ruffino in phront of me).

My phellow companion opted for the Portobello Mushroom Ravioli and afforded me a tasty bite.  The restaurant had started to clear a bit by this point in the meal, so I phinally decided to use a phlash (had been trying to keep it low pro and not “ph” up the intimate atmosphere), hence why this dish looks particularly vibrant.  Personally, I think it looks like the redheaded stepchild of Ectoplasm- but that’s just me.  That being said, I’ve never tried Ectoplasm, so I have no idea how the tastes would compare.

And I digress…

As soon as that phlash went off, I had a table of ladies wanting to know what I was up to, so I went back to trying to hide.  Ah, my public!

Back to the phood…

Pasta Puttanesca- if loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Keep on keepin’ on, Joe!  Dinner was delicious as always.

And yes, I did change out of the tutu prior to dinner.  I have a tendency to call enough attention to myself without ridiculous outfits to aid in the process…

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