After eating
lunch with my parents, I saved dinner for meeting up with my cousins.
Cousin E picked
Salvador Molly's. Umm, what exactly is "pirate cookin'"?
Was this "pirate" decor? This mash of oddities? For some reason, the garage door reminded me of a restaurant I dined at in Bellingham, Washington long ago. It was my first job interview. Some of my potential co-workers took me out for lunch. It was the first time I had goat cheese on pizza. I think there was chocolate peanut butter pie for dessert. They really went all-out to show me around that weekend, even taking me up into the mountains and Vancouver, B.C. Unfortunately, the pay offer was abysmal. Anyway, sorry, I tend to go off on tangents.
We sat outside, although the patio probably would have been nicer if there was a view and not of the street. Complimentary peanuts and a bucket for the shells. I wondered if this was one of those gimmicky restaurants, you know, the places where you're encouraged to throw peanut shells on the floor and toss rolls of toilet paper across the room (ie. Dick's Last Resort in Chicago where I took my roommate one year to celebrate hers and Elvis's birthdays)? See? Tangents.
The menu was a hodgepodge of American, Caribbean, and Latin cuisines with an out-of-left-field African or Asian flavor thrown in. What in the world?!
Were we adventurous enough to try?