
Coldish (for us), rain, sometimes driving rain, brief (thank goodness!) near gale force winds - not ideal weather for road travel, but travel we did to the ophthalmologist for a check to see that all was well after my recent cataract surgeries. All is as it should be, thanks be to God.
After the office visit, I heard the oysters calling, and we headed back to Drago's Restaurant. We ordered charbroiled oysters as an appetizer once again. After I tasted the first oyster, I said, "Ummm, this is better than sex." I asked Grandpère, "Do you think these are better than sex?"
He blushed and said, "I don't know. You embarrass me." Now this conversation was strictly
entre nous. No one else was within earshot. Why was GP embarrassed? I asked him, but he couldn't say.
We moved on to the the salad and the entrée. Mine was more oysters, this time fried, and GP had Shrimp Herradura, the dish I had last time, except mine was with oysters. Drago's does fried oysters well, too.
My one complaint about the food is that the salad consists mainly of iceberg lettuce, with a few, a very few, tasty salad greens thrown in. Note to chef: ditch the iceberg altogether.
Then it was back home again in the nasty weather, with me tense in the passenger seat, braking with both feet.
Image stolen from
Mark's profile. Mark blogs as Oyster at
Your Right Hand Thief, and he's not at all good about answering email.