The Year of Eating Dangerously

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May 19, dinner. At Rosa's. The salsa is the best thing. I also had a carne seca burrito.


May 19, dessert. One of those amaretto chocolate balls, at my mom's place.


May 20, breakfast. The usual. Coffee, fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice, and vitamins.


May 20, breakfast. Here's the juice & vitamins.


May 20, lunch. Fish and chips at Cafe Rio. A new place in the old Nonie building, mostly South American and Cuban food. Pretty good, as fish and chips go. Not the best.


May 20, dinner. Seared tuna with a bourbon sauce, leftover couscous, potatoes, and asparagus. Tuna was from Saturday and I should have eaten it Saturday. Fish does not keep.


May 21, breakfast. The usual.


May 21, lunch. At Guadalajara Grill, chips and salsa to start. This is on the patio, a wonderful way to eat on a nice spring day.


May 21, lunch. Green chile enchiladas at Guadalajara Grill. The rice & beans were pretty dull, but the chile was outstanding.


May 21, dinner. Here are two Cerignola olives as a snack.


May 21, late dinner. Late-night salad of leftover brisket and arugula, fresh tomatoes.


May 22, breakfast. The usual.


May 22, snack. Two pretzel rods. In the rear, Jan's roses.


May 22, lunch. With Trent at Cafe Poca Cosa. I had the "Castellano," a carne asada with plums and a half-sweet sauce. Very good and innovative. Perhaps a few too many prunes.


May 22, dinner. Such a big lunch we just snacked. Some brisket bites (the end of the piece), smoked cheddar and comte cheese.


May 22, first dessert. A amaretto chocolate ball at my Mom's.


May 22, second dessert. A hot chocolate sundae at Barbara's.


May 23, breakfast. The usual.


May 23, lunch. Salad of sausage, arugula, olives, and fresh tomatoes.


May 24, breakfast. The usual. Running fast to make flight to Dublin.


May 23, dinner. One of two pizzas that Jan, my mom, and I shared from Sauce. This was sausage and carmelized onion. They put a sweetener in their onions, and I think that it's excessive. The onions could be less sweet and it would be just as good.


May 23, dinner. One of two pizzas from Sauce. Wild mushroom and Arugula. The mushrooms were really good. They either had a huge amount of flavor to begin with or had been infused somehow. I was pleased.


May 24, breakfast. Aboard flight from Tucson to Atlanta (on route to Dublin). A roll which was promised to be good, yet was not.


May 24, quick snack. Crown Room in Atlanta. Garden dip of some sort and crackers, where the crackers were really good.


May 24, dinner. Ahhh, Paschal's in Atlanta Airport. Best food in the airport. Fried chicken, beans, rice, and greens. Aside from indifferent to poor service this time (unusual), a great authentic meal.


May 24, dinner. Aboard Delta flight to Dublin. Asparagus soup (good), crab salad (also good). I skipped the main course.


May 24, dessert. Cheese plate on Delta flight to Dublin. A cheese plate of the most indifferent variety, with average fruit. How easy it is to mess up something so simple.


May 25, breakfast. O'Callaghan's hotel. While waiting for my room to be ready (2 hours!), I had a cappuccino in the bar. Not bad, but not obsessive compulsive good. Distinctly average.


May 25, dinner. Some papadams from Maloti in Dublin. Open late and excellent Indian food.


May 25, dinner. Maloti, Dublin. More dishes, the jet-lag-addled brain keeping me from remembering them. Except that the lamb vindaloo was wicked, wicked hot. Way good.