Postcards from Cabo - Day 3 - Dinner

We'd chosen La Golindrino for dinner.  It's a sprawling place with an enormous patio out front, another bi,g enclosed room behind that and yet another enormous patio beyond the room.  It overlooks their herb garden - they grow their own. 

After we'd been seated and given our drink orders, we wandered over to an enormous menu, posted along a wall -- and taking up more than half of it, too, I noticed the prices and my eyes bulged from my head in disbelief.  "But... I'll only ever have one 73rd birthday ... in for a penny, in for a pound!" And ordered the 1 1/2 lb. lobster  Richie ordered grilled shrimp scampi and "Raffish" the bacon-wrapped shrimp with a honey bbq sauce.

Orders decided, we settled back in our chairs with our drinks.  Several waiters then appeared, each carrying a stack of grey wool blankets.  What?  The waiters sell souvenir blankets, too?  God knows we were a captive audience. ...

It turned out that these were put on the back of your wrought-iron chair to provide padding to the patrons.  As the evening deepened and the desert air turned chilly, I was glad for the wind protection. 

We soon discovered that the expensive entrees were accompanied by a salad and a bowl of restaurant-made soup.  The "salad" was a mini-bean tostado, covered in chopped, crisp lettuce and tomato.  The salad dressing?  Salsa, of course!  

The soup was cream of tomato with a squiggle of tomatillo sauce, a clever play on tomato/tomatillo.  Both items were very good as well as innovative without being in-your-face-cool.  



Richie's flan; my poaching.