Monterey-Day Two:
They
had a very cool tide pool wave that you could stand under, under the plexi.
Then the wave would come over you like you were one of the rocks in the ocean.
Neat. By this point, having skipped breakfast in favor of a croissant and
coffee, I was pretty hungry. We stamped our hands to come back later, and went to
find food. We landed at the door of Bubba Gump’s Shrimp Company just as they
were opening for lunch. We sat on the bay side and looked out on the otters,
seagulls, kayakers, and divers. The restaurant has a Forest Gump theme, with a
flip-over sign to tell the waiter to stop. The food was tasty, and they were
large portions. We couldn’t quite eat it all. I had to get a Bubba Gump magnet
too.
I was astounded at the tiny jellyfish, but the dwarf seahorse was so small, like a tiny bath toy, smaller really. Something you might out in a dollhouse. By this point, we were getting tired of maneuvering around people, and made our way back onto Cannery Row. Slipping a few more coins in the meter, we went up to the Taste of Monterey wine bar, overlooking the bay with a huge glass window.
We
relaxed there, me with my chardonnay, Dan with his sauv blanc. This was a nice
way to relax. Afterwards, we tried a little shopping and headed back downtown.
We parked, found a couple of nice shops, moved the car (parking time limits),
found a little wine bar/tasting room (Wine from the Heart),
moved the car, shopped the other side of downtown, moved the car the last time, and finally went to the hotel. On the last pass to the hotel, the same street kids were playing the bongos, interrupted by a man from the bar claiming to be “better” on the drums. He was invited to play, and quickly declined. Coward. I slipped out later to view the crowds, and the “lead” kid from this group sent a friend to fetch me for conversation; an apparently drugged conversation. I politely chatted, and escaped back to the hotel.
moved the car, shopped the other side of downtown, moved the car the last time, and finally went to the hotel. On the last pass to the hotel, the same street kids were playing the bongos, interrupted by a man from the bar claiming to be “better” on the drums. He was invited to play, and quickly declined. Coward. I slipped out later to view the crowds, and the “lead” kid from this group sent a friend to fetch me for conversation; an apparently drugged conversation. I politely chatted, and escaped back to the hotel.
After, again, a brief nap, we decided dinner and a drink
were in order. We called Montrio, the best looking bistro we had been by, who
said there were no tables until 9:30. It was 7:30. No. BUT, I had a feeling…we
went by there anyway, with our bottle of wine from Wine from the Heart, a
corkage Voucher for that purchase, and high hopes. Good call. Apparently there
was bar seating and we were seated in moments. We had a little table near the
door with a nice windbreak. After reading the short and sweet menu, we had our
uncorked bottle and were prepared to order. I ordered a beet salad and truffle
tater tots. I was expecting great things from the beet salad, but I ended up not
so sure about it. The cheese was not strong enough for the tasty, potent beets,
and the whole thing was in a broth-like substance, not a salad. The blood
oranges were a nice complement to the beets, but again, the cheese felt like
they ran out of the right one. Now, let’s talk about those truffle tater tots I
mentioned. These are to DIE for. They are basically a deep fried mashed potato
with some cheese in the middle. But I must say, wherever they added this
truffle oil, it was perfect. I am a truffle fanatic, so too much or too little
is easy, I know, I’ve worked with it myself. This was such a basic food, but so
elegantly done, that, for those almost solely, I will eat here again and
certainly recommend it to others. The service was quick and friendly, and the
atmosphere smart and cozy.
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