Author: Restaurant Gal
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As Luck Would Have It
A local eatery currently has a lobster special–two 1.5-lb Maine lobsters for a ridiculously low price. I love lobster. I think I love the melted butter in which one dips the lobster more than the lobster itself, but the combination of the two makes it an all-time favorite meal of mine. I have visited this…
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Like Mother…God Help Her
“I forgot about restaurant feet.” This from RG Daughter after her first night at work at a new eatery that has just opened in her college town. Actually “first night” is a misnomer. She had just put in an 18-hour double that encompassed a morning, an afternoon, an evening, and the wee hours of the…
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Every Little Thing She Does
In my case, to quote Sting, it hardly feels like magic. I wonder how it is that of the few people I have befriended down here, I have met the huge majority of them–not in ethereal, incongruous and magical close encounters–but instead, hanging out at my beach bar. Yes, even the boy figures in that…
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Firsts
Yesterday, for the first time since I adopted her last January, Rouletta allowed her inner canine spirit to fully emerge. She ground out her cigarette, took a last sip of red wine, and ran over to the pile of toys she rarely plays with and dragged each one into the middle of the living room…
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The Brazilian–Not Wax!
I used to have curly hair. Sure, I hated it, like all girls who have naturally curly hair hate their hair. Then I moved to SoFla. And I learned that the hair I hated in D.C. was nothing compared to the poodle-mop that emerged in this perennially hot, humid air. Hate, indeed, is a relative…
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Better on the B-Side
Back in the day, when I saved up my allowance to buy 45 rpms of the latest music, I always found myself drawn to the B-side song–that tune on the other side, the side that took up space simply to support the hit song. Sometimes these B-side songs were instrumental versions of the hits. Sometimes…
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Four Hours, Two Nights
“I have to tell you something funny about your name.” I have just met up with my new friend at a swanky spot to which I have never been. The contrast between this place and my beach bar, where I have spent countless hours, is nothing short of remarkable. Think flip flops vs. Manolo Blaniks.…
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Ask Me–I Know Everything!
Local Caller No. 1 “Are you open for lunch today?” Yes. “Does that mean you are open for dinner tonight?” Yes. “Will you stay open no matter what happens with Fay?” As of right now, we plan to stay open. “No matter what?” Now you are beginning to annoy me. Tourist Caller No. 2 “What’s…
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Calling It a Night
If we have just started dating, and I am insisting we take it so very, very slow, and you agree to that, and I have told you that I am getting my hair cut by the girl and friend who used to style my hair in D.C., and how cool and coincidental it is that…
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Leaders Among Us
“Get out of the water! It’s coming quick. We don’t know if it’s a dolphin or a shark!” My pilot girlfriend and I were lounging in my multi-colored beach chairs on a section of the beach that offers no lifeguard protection. We were close enough to the Atlantic’s edge that tiny wavelets caressed our toes…