It feels like an exotic New Orleans of the Southwest...
Ceiling in the bath
His yard (metre) long appetizer...seriously
Waders are not the most flattering ensemble, but The Main Man pulls it off. It helps being 6'4".
Me and Marcos...I'm surrounded by frigging giants.
This is the little dining room at the hotel. We were tired from fishing...it was chilly outside...football season has started...so, we cancelled our dinner reservations at Geronimo's, stayed in our room, built a roaring fire, ordered room service and celebrated his birthday...in our birthday suits.
This was the first day I got to wear my new frog belt...I've named her Iris...after Iris Apfel, of course.
First off we went to La Puerta Originals for my "fact-finding" mission which turned into the biggest debacle of the day. The place is amazing. Their kitchens are incredible. They have a stockyard full of antique remnants...columns, doors, architectural elements. You pick what you like and they work it into your kitchen design. Somehow we ended up handing over our credit card...we were "lucky" to get hooked up with the owner who turned out to be a Sorcerer of a Salesman. $213.00 charged on the card just to let him look at the pictures I had taken of my kitchen, talk to him about what I wanted, he did a quick drawing and then scribbled some figures on a piece of paper and slid them over to our side of the table...all sinister and shit.
The Maitre'D says, "you must be the birthday boy?"
The Main Man, "Yes, but let's not make a big deal about it...unless you have some Brazilian hookers lined up for me".
Me, "As long as I don't have to give him a table dance this year, I'll be happy. Bring on the hookers!"
The ice was broken...
The meal was amazing...
Beet Salad with Blue Goat Cheese Dressing