This restaurant rapidly became one of our favorites: The sign cracked us up, as it's so clearly a riff on the Carl's chain:
They have the best limonata con gas y hielo (fizzy, with ice) in town. I could live on their ceviche and limonata. Seriously. The limonata changes color. Here it is on a pink day:
There was a blue day too, but I'm not sure I can find that photo right now. It's on another card, in another room, and you know, vacation.
We have fallen in love with their tacos and what they call a salad bar. Here are unadorned tacos: grilled scallop and smoked marlin:
Here's the salad bar, filled with delightful and mysterious things with which you can adorn your plate and tacos. (The trick is guessing which ones are mild, which are hot, and which will make you weep.)
And same tacos, post-adornment. Yum!
During ourlast visit here, after a long day of sightseeing and etc., there was a band starting up next door. (There's nary a quiet spot in this country.) They were not bad, and it quickly became clear that they were regulars, as the waiters knew every word. I sang along with our waiter for probably the only words of a Guns & Roses song I know. At least I think it was G&R, now I can't even remember. But it was very fun. (Let it never be said that I don't represent when it comes to acting ridiculous in foreign countries. I do my part, I tell you!)
And here is one of the ongoing frustrations of this area. Here is an example of a typical street sign:
So where is the street sign, you might ask? Rightfully so. So imagine you are noodling along at 20 or 25 mph, because you are safety-conscious, aware, and terrified of ending up in a Mexican jail, You can't tell whether the next street is the one you want (name), or whether it's one-way or two-way (direction). You would hope to see such information on a sign, would you not? Yes. You would.
So if you look very hard in the picture, you will see a bright green rectangle in about the middle of the photo. Yep. That's all you got, be-bes. Now I will show you a super-close up of one.
Super-close up, not so bad. But let's think about this for a moment, with the farther distance view in mind. Note the overall area of the sign. Note how long the street name is. Now let's do some math. (Who says you don't use math later in life?!) I think the street name is around 1/4 of the total area of that small sign. And the arrow? About 2" high, tops. Guess how easy it is to read that name at 25mph? And the arrow? Virtually invisible from far away.
I think I only ended up going the wrong way down a one-way twice, so that's pretty good, right?
Ken here: I did it once too, but I'm not going to tell her about it.
But there are compensations. Here is one:
Hasta la vista, be-bes. See you stateside very soon! (Go, Hawks!)
(And speaking of representing, we watched the 'Hawks game in a fun and silly bar on the malecon (like a boardwalk, sort of) that caters to expats and sports fans. Here I am with a vaguely Seahawks-like glass:)
Ken here. We had a couple of expat guys next table to us who we had jovial banter with. After watching Ramona jump out of her chair and yell at the TV repeatedly (and also run out of the room during particularly despicable plays) one of them said "Is she always like this?" to which I answered "Yes!" Thank God, she is!
I'd deny it, but it's true. I know this because another guy came up to me and said, "I don't even have to watch the game to know how it's going; I can just watch you." Again, I'm representin'. Hee!