Sunday, April 12, 2009

April 12, 2009. Mexico. Dining Out.

It is one of the great pleasures of life to dine out in a fine restaurant. It is an even greater joy when you come upon an excellent restaurant in an unexpected location. We knew that The Four Seasons hotel in Punta Mita would have had a good restaurant, but we were not inclined to go there. From folks that have gone there they have reported a tone of snobbishness, so we declined to go. Instead we walked the beach, expecting to have lunch in a typical Mexican restaurant right on the shore, serving good food, but not fancy food. When we first arrived down at the shore, we saw a small hotel and restaurant called 'Cafe des Artistes". Now years ago, on one of Bertie's trips, we all dined at a restaurant of that name in Puerto Vallarta. The restaurant was just new and the chef had just come to town from Paris. The restaurant was wonderful, both in decor and food, so much so that both Ken and I remembered the name. We walked the length of the board walk, and I was intent on choosing one of the local types, but Ken held out for returning to the 'Cafe des Artistes'. The lunch was wonderful.

We drank those drinks beginning with M all afternoon, while we watched the scenes unfold before our eyes. First course, complements of the chef, were goat cheese spring rolls in Mango sauce. Next up, one dozen fresh oysters, followed by a fresh green salad. For the main course Ken ate tuna tartar and I ate marlin enchiladas. Ice cream for dessert. It all took almost three hours, but the time just flew by. The waiter who spoke good English was leaving soon for a new job in British Columbia, so he wanted to ask us all about it. He was an excellent waiter too. The restaurant in Punta Mita will miss him. The same chef now owns three restaurants in the area, and is active in bringing more fine chefs here. We met him just as we were leaving. It was a wonderful meal, and made even better by the surprise of finding it there in Punta Mita. As I said before, dining out is one of the great pleasures of life, at least for Ken and me.

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