We’re off to the lovely California coast to eat shrimp at Tony’s, a restaurant that defines the word “joint” built on a pier over Tomales Bay. Because this is Northern California, though, the joint has an extensive and thoughtful wine list. The highway there is popular with middle aged guys on motorcycles with their bitches, they like to stop in and discuss the oakiness of the chardonnay. It’s just down the coast from where Hitchcock filmed The Birds. In honor of that, I’m including a picture of the studly Rod Taylor, complete with his big pole.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
In Which We Go Backwards
So just to bring everybody up to speed in case you haven't been paying attention (and I know you have not been paying attention, you b...
-
Secret Agent Fred and I have decided to invade New Orleans for Mardi Gras, 2014. I know the last time I went there for Carnival, I swore I ...
-
If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d...
-
Pictures of naked men have fascinated me for decades. It's not some recent freak that got my blog kicked off of WordPress (not that I...
Now, that's some prime turf there.
ReplyDeletemmmm
How are those Californian shrimp anyway?
The shrimps were delicious. I'm pretty sure they, too, started out life on the Gulf Coast. The local shrimp are eensy and sweet, but don't have as much flavor as the Gulf of Mexico ones, so everyone here imports them from Louisiana and Texas. They call them prawns here, but they don't fool me.
ReplyDeleteBarbequed oysters. Yummm.
ReplyDelete