Sunday after New Years Day 2005
We're going out to
dinner with a couple from "the Gorge", Rick and Jan. The restaurant will be Las
Palmas, a funky little place with a limited menu and dirt cheap
prices.
It is Sunday after New Years Day
2005. The morning started out humid and mostly cloudy. Around 1:00 p.m. the
clouds broke and the day turned into one of those brilliant sunny Baja days. The
temperature is in the mid 80s and there is not a cloud in sight, no wind either.
Too hot for a mountain bike ride, my back is too sore for dirt biking. So I may
as well goof around on my
Mac.
Already wasted an hour
trying hyperlink my e-mail Signature to this site (only able to link via url).
Wasted another couple of hours trying out a different bLog software (didn't like
it). Now I am writing a entry into my web journal in order to kill a little
time. This is what I am afraid will bore anyone who might read this into a coma.
Not that anything I have entered so far is riveting.
We're going out to dinner
with a couple from "the Gorge", Rick and Jan. The restaurant will be Las Palmas,
a funky little place with a limited menu and dirt cheap prices. Tacos, burritos,
stuffed twice baked potatoes with a toping of your choice. The restaurant is
little more than a patio covered with old palm leaves, a cement floor, plastic
table and chairs with dim bare light bulb fixtures. Everything about the place
is warn out and looks less than clean. The staff consist of one waiter, a cook
(owners wife) and the owner. The owner, Simeon, is short dark fellow with a big
mustache who doesn't speak english. He does understand what you are saying to
him, or so it seems. He won't work the tables or cook in the kitchen. He works
the little Hot Dog stand located outside the patio taking care of mostly Mexican
Kids. Sometime he will sit at a table with Mexicans carrying on in very animated
spanish conversation. If the restaurant get real busy he will help his only
waiter bussing the table and bringing out food. Mostly he is talking to his
Mexican buddies and serving hot dogs. The clientele is a equal mix of locals and
gringos, one the few places in town like that. Most places are either mostly
locals or gringos. The food is tasty and "safe", I personally don't know of
anyone getting sick from eating there, I have heard of a few less than kind word
about the food from others. I must add that last time we ate there, one of our
diners found a broken tip of a knife in her enchilada. The waiter became very
agitated when told about it, the owner just shrugged his shoulders and said or
did nothing about it. Las Palmas (Simeon's) is the kind of place that first time
patrons pause before entering and feel real good about leaving, then brag about
a great little place to east at in Los Barrilies.
Posted: Sun - January 2, 2005 at 01:16 PM