Robbie and Joyce arrived yesterday from Texas. Instead of having them head out to dinner or making a trip to the local market, I invited them to our place for dinner, except we really did not want to cook. Instead we arranged for a mystery meal.
Cocktails and wine at our place at six to meet Beverley and say hello to us, followed by a short walk to a restaurant. This place is new and not a bit fancy, sitting right alongside the road, but the chef is young and eager, so Ken and I elected to order dinner ahead for everyone, with three different choices of main course. It was an Italian dinner even though the chef is Mexican. It was to be only one choice during the meal, just sit down, drink a glass of wine and eat the meal, one course after the other. We were hoping everyone would be good sports.
I warned everyone ahead to use their own restrooms. The restaurant of the evening had just installed two bathrooms, except there were no doors or toilets seats. Fram a practical standpoint, they had no bathrooms. Robbie tried them out and reported a shower curtain over one stall, a definite improvement.
The meal was fun and festive, a welcome to Nuevo Vallarta dinner, our mystery meal for Beverley, Joyce and Robbie.
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