After scarcely leaving the Hacienda yesterday, I had ants in my pants.
This inspired me today to drive the lovely couple that we are to a lakeside, rural restaurant about 30 minutes from home. The dining establishment is called Kutzaro, and it’s one of my favorites anywhere.
The fried seafood is superb. The service is good. The view is spectacular. And if you go on a weekday you’ll have the whole joint mostly to yourself.
I ordered fried shrimp, which I always do at Kutzaro because I am a critter of habit. When I find something good, I stay on its path. If other routes are better, I will rarely know it. Some say that’s a personality defect.
My child bride ranges farther afield on the menu. She is an adventurous woman. She ordered fried fish filets and pronounced them excellent.
What she actually said was excelente.
Before the main dishes, we had surimi tostadas. And we ordered lemonade. Kutzaro serves great lemonade in a large beer glass, colored with the red of those cherries that come in a jar, which I prefer to fresh cherries.
Call me a hillbilly.
We paid, hopped into the Honda, and left. We continued the circular drive around the entire lake, which takes about an hour, and it’s an excelente thing to do if you’ve got ants in your pants. And shrimp in your tummy.