It's strange moving to B-A-R because we've already lived at B-A-R: it reminds Elizabeth a little of Claudia Johnson who moved next door to herself not once, but twice. Once, however, is enough for Elizabeth. It's also strange to merge two familiar households: what's from where? We hope we do better about learning our neighborhood than we did at the lake where we learned the most in the last three weeks when we were evicted from our house by assorted real estate agents for showings to prospective buyers.
To remedy this in our new setting, we decided to eat at a new restaurant every week--and to explore untraveled roads of all sorts. There have been some failures. The sea turtle watch doesn't seem to want volunteers; the South Walton (SoWal) Ecology Group hasn't set up their next meeting yet; A Girl Named Toni, the legendary vegetable grower, doesn't really have any local vegetables right now; it costs almost 60 bux to get a small box of organic fruits and vegetables, enought for two people for one week, delivered from Off The Vine, a regional organization based in Atlanta. Plus Also: we discovered it costs $65 EACH to attend the wine tasting across the corner at Gulf Place next weekend. Not even Sandy can drink this much wine.
Okay, our first resto was P.F. Chang's. We ate vegetable and pork dumplings, honey chicken, dan dan noodles and stir-fried eggplant (and Sandy drank a dramatically overpriced glass of elsewhere cheap Pinot Grigio). We were underwhelmed. [The evening started off badly with Sandy's camera announcing an exhausted battery, so pix had to be taken w/a phone--and now who knows where the cable is to download those images?] Everything seemed unnecessarily sticky and the chunky plastic chopstix impossible to drive. Plus Also: there were many children. Nothing was outrageously awful, but nothing was stunningly great. Perhaps the best part of the evening was talking with our waitress in training, a former real estate agent from Las Vegas who's fallen on hardish times--AND putting her son through law school. We said, at least soon he will be able to support you. And she said, but his girlfriend hates me!
To remedy this in our new setting, we decided to eat at a new restaurant every week--and to explore untraveled roads of all sorts. There have been some failures. The sea turtle watch doesn't seem to want volunteers; the South Walton (SoWal) Ecology Group hasn't set up their next meeting yet; A Girl Named Toni, the legendary vegetable grower, doesn't really have any local vegetables right now; it costs almost 60 bux to get a small box of organic fruits and vegetables, enought for two people for one week, delivered from Off The Vine, a regional organization based in Atlanta. Plus Also: we discovered it costs $65 EACH to attend the wine tasting across the corner at Gulf Place next weekend. Not even Sandy can drink this much wine.
Okay, our first resto was P.F. Chang's. We ate vegetable and pork dumplings, honey chicken, dan dan noodles and stir-fried eggplant (and Sandy drank a dramatically overpriced glass of elsewhere cheap Pinot Grigio). We were underwhelmed. [The evening started off badly with Sandy's camera announcing an exhausted battery, so pix had to be taken w/a phone--and now who knows where the cable is to download those images?] Everything seemed unnecessarily sticky and the chunky plastic chopstix impossible to drive. Plus Also: there were many children. Nothing was outrageously awful, but nothing was stunningly great. Perhaps the best part of the evening was talking with our waitress in training, a former real estate agent from Las Vegas who's fallen on hardish times--AND putting her son through law school. We said, at least soon he will be able to support you. And she said, but his girlfriend hates me!
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Isn't P. F. Chang's that famous restaurant in L.A. or NYC or somesuch? I feel like I remember there being lots of jokes about it on the "O.C."
Better luck next time! Sticky food -- no. Not unless it's on purpose.
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