We took a drive this afternoon and ate in one of our favorite restaurants on the northwest side of our huge, high-mountain lake. I had a plate of fried shrimp and my child bride ate mojarra. She deemed it great, but I never order things that come to me with eyeballs.
The restaurant overlooks our lake and, as we were leaving, I took this shot.
Returning to the Hacienda, about a 30-minute drive on a two-lane, rural highway, we passed some interesting places. Outside a town called Tzintzuntzan — can you say that? — is a business of stone-cutters. And then farther on, a business that sells wood stuff. It’s fun to look at these things and see how imaginative people are, especially the stone workers.
There are lots of these types of businesses in our neck of the Mexican woods. It’s one of the many reasons to live here. Plus big plates of fried shrimp and mojarra.
LAST WEEKEND, we leaped into the Honda and drove to the far side of our big lake to eat at a favorite restaurant in celebration of my child bride’s birthday. She’s 57.
That may not sound like child-bride territory, but considering my advanced vintage, she could be my daughter. My actual daughter is only five years younger.
She ordered beef. I ordered shrimp. It was very well-prepared. She said her beef was a bit overdone. She should have ordered shrimp, but separating a Mexican from beef is no simple matter. It’s like separating them from cheese and chiles.
Especially when there’s celebration in the air.
One of the best things about this restaurant is the location. It sits alone near the shore of the lake. The views are spectacular. Below is a shot in another direction.
Even if the shrimp weren’t great, the view would justify a visit.