So nice to wake up feeling cool, and seeing gray skies. Who would think that would be welcomed? But it's been so ungodly hot-hello, 90 degrees in mid October. Of course, an hour later, and it's not even 7:30 and it's now sunny. Oh well. Hopefully there's a cooling trend happening. At some point. The boys have Sunday school, I think the rest of us are heading to the Y to work out, quick lunch and gathering of stuff, and then off to the beach for a few hours. Then dinner out for my bday? The usual, because I am a creature of habit. I wouldn't mind going out in Del Mar or La Jolla either, but it seems like such a schlep. Out of my bubble. I know what to expect with the usual places-I like the music, the views, the Italian food. Or should I venture out? Shall I check Yelp?
So we did the usual, Vigiluccis, and while it was lovely, the food gave both of us a stomach ache. I couldn't finish the shrimp cocktail-it was weird to have both types of shrimp-ginormous and tiny-and difficult to eat. I also got my usual pasta dish with the scallops and mushrooms and cream sauce. I "had" to have it-and then later thought-I don't even like pasta anymore. The scallops were a smidgen undercooked, and I think they changed out what mushrooms they use. And the cream sauce makes me feel sick. Then they brought creme brûlée which while yummy-should have been a few bites and done, instead of feeling compelled to finish it. The atmosphere was lovely, as was the service, and we had fun-and had good discussions about next summer's plans. But food wise-not the best choices. I wasn't actually hungry because we'd had Mexican food from that new spot around 4. In retrospect, either skipped the appetizer, and picked a "lighter" more Paleo entree or picked an appetizer and a salad for my main meal. And again, 2 bites of the brûlée would have sufficed. So after dinner we both felt over full and had stomach issues that night and the next day. I don't say this to beat myself up-I'm trying to analyze and make better future choices.
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