As I write this, I am relaxing in the dining area of our rented house in Destin, Florida.
Last night, we celebrated Virginia Steve’s birthday by taking a sunset cruise, followed by a Beefy and Fishy Dinner at Chops, a high-rent Steak Place in town here.
Destin, as befits a Resort Town in the midst of the Redneck Riviera, has eateries of all descriptions. You have Beef ’O’ Brady’s, complete with superfluous apostrophe. You have Mutton O’Malley’s. You have Fish O’Flaherty’s and Shrimp O’Shaughnessy’s. And then you have Chops, which kicks all those pseudo-Irish protein palaces cum sports bars to the curb.
I scarfed down a 16-ounce prime rib-eye steak, done just the way I like it: Pittsburgh-style, with a charred exterior and a rare to medium-rare interior. A fine California Zin served to wash it down. SWMBO, meanwhile, has perfected the art of chopping her food into little tiny bits so that she may ingest it without chewing. [She is recovering nicely from her recent jaw surgery, but mastication is still verboten for at least another week.]
On the way back home, we hit Shakes, the local frozen custard stand. A perfect nightcap. (Urp!)
And now, it is Lunch-Time, time for a Very Special Random Assortment of Choons from the Little White Choon-Box d’Elisson. Here they is:
- Mean Mr. Mustard - The Beatles
- Ugly - Fishbone
- She’s A Woman - The Beatles
- Don’t Pass Me By - The Beatles
- Paperclips - Travis
- Big In Japan - Tom Waits
- Turn Around - They Might Be Giants
- It’s Only Love - The Beatles
- Absinthe Party At The Fly Honey Warehouse - Minus The Bear
- Wintertime Love - The Doors
It’s Friday. What are you listening to?