Balls and Walnuts
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Live Blogging Dinner
I’m at Straub’s Seafood in Orlando, a place I drove 40 min to get to since they promised me their clams are flown in from New England. We Shall See. It’s a noisy, lively joint, smoke-free — and when did the South discover smoke-free eateries? I like this change.
Pedestrian Caesar salad (no anchovies), and the dinner roll was oh-so-easy to skip. And I’m a pushover for bread, particularly on vacation. So far, to quote my high school math teacher Mr. Smith, “Ah am underwhelmed.”
If the seafood rawks, all will be forgiven.
Ugh. The seafood is like the dinner roll: not worth the calories. I ordered a platter with a small lobster tail, one crab cake, and fried clams. The lobster tastes like a bad mussel, the crab cake smacks of frozen and thawed crab, and, most depressing of all, Mrs. Paul’s clams have more flavor.
I’d head over to Little Saigon (the sign out front says they’re rated in Zagat) but I’m not sure I have an appetite. Maybe I’ll just hit that mall I saw on my way over here.
Stay tuned.
Okay, so get this:she asked me if I wanted a box, but no comment re my mostly uneaten dinner! Guee they get that a lot.
I’m back. It was just past 9 when I left that joint, so I drove back to the hotel, then walked around until I could find some company.
Bombay Sapphire company, to be precise. No sense letting the evening go completely to waste.
Good night!
D.
Every public place in Austin (TEXAS???) is smoke free now.
I like this. I feel like I am in Orlando and yet I am just an electronic flea on your shoulder.
Come to think of it, we weren’t smoked out in San Antonio. I recall lots of smoke during my two trips to North Carolina.
Fleas, CD? Yup, this place is for the pooches.
This is starting to sound like a detective story; “It was just past 9 when I left that joint, so I drove back to the hotel, then walked around until I could find some company.
Bombay Sapphire company, to be precise. No sense letting the evening go completely to waste.” I was waiting for the “Dame at the bar with eyes like dull starfish,” or something to follow.
I like gin too. Gin is good.
Good idea on the gin. You want to make sure the alcohol kills anything suspect in the bad seafood.
We’re getting spolied with this blackberry. Next thing you know, you’ll be blogging your dreams. “Amazonian princess in bikini liked my new Old Navy pants… suddenly found myself in giant petri dish. Giant meatloaf flying eggfish ann coulter zzgmfglamptuh…”
glad we could have dinner with you.
Wish you could stop by for dinner here in NE.
We’re thinking of slaughtering some lobsters–they’re only $6 per at the local grocery store–post valentine’s day. But the clicking! oh, the clicking!
Where is he? Has there been (GASP) blackberry failure?
Still no luggage.
CD, you’d think I was more addictive than crack! Go to Categories. Click Favorites. Scroll back until you hit unfamiliar terrain. Aaaah.
Lyvvie, Karen reads this. You don’t really think I’d tell you about the dame with the heated eyes, smoky breath, and mouth like a brown starfish? Or at least I think that was her mouth.
DN, you really don’t want to hear about my dreams 🙂
Kate, you’re making me jealous with all that lobster talk.
Now I need to decide whether I’ll look for the hotel gym, or do some power mallwalking.