After a day of layin’ on the beach, drinkin’ margaritas and jumpin’ over giant whales, the impossible happened – I got tan lines. Then the rain rolled in and double rainbows sword faught across the sky. Captain Awesome summoned the unicorn and we galloped for cover and more booze. We had reservations at the Mediterranean joint (loose definition of Mediterranean) for dinner . . . hijinks ensued: First, they brought us a plate of mystery meat on toast. It looked like Spam, but white and lumpy. Captain Awesome ate his and I threw mine to the raccoons swimming in the pond below. Then the appetizers came – some kinda mushy crab cake and a goat cheese pear salad. The goat cheese ranked higher than the crab cake, but neither were great. For the main course, Captain Awesome ate a fish that was stuffed with other fish and whatever else they could scrape off of the bottom of the ocean. I had chicken and veggies. It was edible, but not as amazing as we had hoped since this was one of the few restaurants that actually required reservations a day in advance. Both of the desserts sucked. Mine was a rock hard rum cake with a white icing shell that could not be broken after repeatedly stabbing it with a fork. After giving up on the desserts, the waiter took pity on us and offered shots of tequila to help us wash down all the crap we just ate. We decided one shot of tequila wasn’t enough, so we walked over to the bar and got some margaritas and headed to the Mexican restaurant for a piece of chocolate cake.
Captain Awesome disappointed by his mushy crab cakes.
Aquatic raccoons begging for food.
