After years of putting up with our loose kitchen faucet, we finally replaced it. I liked the old Delta faucet until the paint started chipping off and it became looser and looser. Then it had to be manipulated into the exact spot where it would turn all the way off. I was worried the new one might look a little out of place since it's chrome, but the new Moen doesn't look that bad at all. Even the water flow is somewhat better and stronger.
Friday night, we had dinner at Candela, just outside the complex. We were very surprised to find that we were the only diners. It's not unusual for a restaurant to have fewer people one night on the weekend, but no one? So, in our private dining room, we started with octopus, which we didn't like. Robb loved the octopus in Spain and I liked it, but this was different. They were tiny little, whole octopuses. I couldn't bring myself to eat the head, and the legs were very rubbery. For our main course, Robb had pork loin in a Roquefort and fig sauce and I had Chicken Morocco with olives, dates and raisins. Those were both really good. Neither of us felt we could handle dessert and finished with an espresso. Then, as we were leaving, we stopped to chat with Armando, the owner and chef. He told us he was already booked for Saturday night.
Saturday night, we went back to Candela. It was crowded; almost full to capacity. Fortunately, there was a table for us. We sat opposite a group of obvious dykes celebrating a birthday. They were very noisy. We started with the Mediterranean Olives. Then, we both had the Seafood dish; cod, scallops, clams and mussels in a fantastic sauce. We shared the dessert; Tiramisu. After eating, we were entertained by Armando's daughter, Valentina. She's six and as cute as a kid can be.
This is my new favorite ice cream. And yes, I usually eat the whole half gallon.
A very slow week. Wednesday, we went to dinner at Cafe Seville. It's a Spanish restaurant not too far from our apartment. Well, far enough that we had to drive. The food is excellent and the ambience is quite nice with low lighting, as you can almost see from this picture. I forgot to adjust my phone camera for the light, but Flickr helped to lighten it a bit. Of course, Flickr doesn't have any adjustments for my shakiness. We both had Veal Segovia with a bottle of Legaris (a Spanish red wine). For dessert, Robb had the Tres Leches cake and I had the Creme Catalan (kind of like créme brulée).
So far, there are two things I don't like about my smartphone. The first, and most important, is the carrier. AT&T drops so many calls. The second thing is if I put the phone in my pocket before it shuts off, one of the apps will be turned on, and I never know which one it will be. This can be a problem because I would be using my data usage while not even knowing it. Today, I put the phone in my pocket without waiting and it turned on the camera. I heard the shutter "clicking", but it took a few minutes before I realized what was happening. I now have about fifteen pictures of the inside of my pocket.
Before I got sick, Robb and I went to the library, at which I used to work, to return some books. While we were in the area, we decided to walk down to a section of the city called Riverfront. Riverfront was developed several years ago as a means to get people back to the downtown area, which has basically been deserted after 5:00 PM when most people go home from work. Before Riverfront, there was really no reason to be in that area. There were no restaurants, no clubs, nothing to attract people. One of the big attractions at Riverfront, was a restaurant opened by Dan Marino, former quarterback of the Miami Dolphins. For a while, the area did well, but then the riff-raff starting showing up in greater numbers and people stayed away in droves. Now, it's pretty much a 'ghost town'. There are a few restaurants left on the actual river front walkway, and the multiplex movie theaters are still going, but that's about it.
Sunday afternoon, we drove to Pearl Art Supply because Robb was hoping to get his antique picture frame repaired. Turns out they don't do that kind of stuff. When we got back to the condo, there were about two dozen egrets walking through the parking lot. They didn't seem even remotely afraid of our car.
Surely, no one can suspect me of being gay? I was about forty when this picture was taken.