April 20 2017
I've been in LA for a month now but meeting some great people.
My new friend LD, knows how much I love Mexican culture and is surprised I'd never been to Mexico. I'm surprised when he suggests we drive to Puerto Nuevo for the day and then check out Rosarito. We're both surprised. I don't usually like surprises but I'm trying to break my 'rules', so liking surprises seems a logical place to start.
We pull up to the restaurant with one intention. To eat lobster. Cheap, and fresh. Two of my favourite things. I've not really eaten lobster for ages, since I went on a low cholesterol diet my doctor forced me on when I turned 30.
It's hot outside but the restaurant's a bit chilly. We get our table but decide to change to the rooftop. There's a table full of kids. Usually I like kids. They're loud though, and my desire to eat in peace overrides how amusing kids can be, for now. And it's windy. We go downstairs again, it's still cold, but you know, F.I. We kind of slightly over order, but who cares. This place is awesome. And there's more lobster than I can eat. I hate wasting food. So I eat it all. Cholesterol be damned.
Next stop, Rosarito. Cute beach. Incredible 1920s hotel. Old playground of the hollywood silver screen set. I'm imagining I'm Clark Gable when he was with Carole Lombard. Happy as. It's a nice feeling.
Then LD drops the bomb on me. You don't recognise this place, he asks? Ummm no. You don't recognise this bar? Ummm not really. Come on, this is the bar from Fear Of The Walking Dead. I'm ready to drop the microphone. This is my first reaction:
I can hear it now, the 3 second noise blast that is the opening music for the titles of this awesome AMC show. Fear The Walking Dead. BRRRREEEEAAAGGHHHHHHH
We make a pit stop on the way back to the border to check out if there's any cool midcentury furniture for LD's 50s ranch house. No luck. We chat to the guys in the shop who are so nice. As we leave they ask us to come back and eat cake with them.
I'm not so much into cake. I wish we'd accepted their hospitality but there was the problem of traffic and entering back into rush hour in LA.
We hit the road, lament how lame the signage is to get on the freeway we wanted to get onto, even with the great map our cake-offerers drew for us.
After ignoring all of the poor beggars at the border, we finally get to the border. The officer asks for our passports and asks us suspiciously, "what were you doing in Mexico".
I leaned over LD in the drivers seat and yelled out in my best Aussie accent: "Eating Lobster".
The officer seemed surprised enough and just let us through.
We talked so much on the way home that we ran out of gas as we left the freeway and I had to push the car, in the dark, wearing flip flops. We got an uber to the gas station, dealt with the difficult attendant and ubered back to the car. That uber driver, what a legend, his car probably stank of petroleum by the time we finished. Poor bugger.
My first 'rule' broken, and the start of a beautiful love affair with Mexico.
Surprises all around.
#california #losangeles #baja #puertonuevo #mexicop #lobster #cholesterol #rulesaremeanttobebroken #surprises #friendship #clarkgable #carolelombard #rosarito #fearthewalkingdead #amc #midcenturymodern #cake #vivamexico #boganphotos #smellofpetrol
I've been in LA for a month now but meeting some great people.
My new friend LD, knows how much I love Mexican culture and is surprised I'd never been to Mexico. I'm surprised when he suggests we drive to Puerto Nuevo for the day and then check out Rosarito. We're both surprised. I don't usually like surprises but I'm trying to break my 'rules', so liking surprises seems a logical place to start.
We pull up to the restaurant with one intention. To eat lobster. Cheap, and fresh. Two of my favourite things. I've not really eaten lobster for ages, since I went on a low cholesterol diet my doctor forced me on when I turned 30.
It's hot outside but the restaurant's a bit chilly. We get our table but decide to change to the rooftop. There's a table full of kids. Usually I like kids. They're loud though, and my desire to eat in peace overrides how amusing kids can be, for now. And it's windy. We go downstairs again, it's still cold, but you know, F.I. We kind of slightly over order, but who cares. This place is awesome. And there's more lobster than I can eat. I hate wasting food. So I eat it all. Cholesterol be damned.
Next stop, Rosarito. Cute beach. Incredible 1920s hotel. Old playground of the hollywood silver screen set. I'm imagining I'm Clark Gable when he was with Carole Lombard. Happy as. It's a nice feeling.
Then LD drops the bomb on me. You don't recognise this place, he asks? Ummm no. You don't recognise this bar? Ummm not really. Come on, this is the bar from Fear Of The Walking Dead. I'm ready to drop the microphone. This is my first reaction:
I can hear it now, the 3 second noise blast that is the opening music for the titles of this awesome AMC show. Fear The Walking Dead. BRRRREEEEAAAGGHHHHHHH
We make a pit stop on the way back to the border to check out if there's any cool midcentury furniture for LD's 50s ranch house. No luck. We chat to the guys in the shop who are so nice. As we leave they ask us to come back and eat cake with them.
I'm not so much into cake. I wish we'd accepted their hospitality but there was the problem of traffic and entering back into rush hour in LA.
We hit the road, lament how lame the signage is to get on the freeway we wanted to get onto, even with the great map our cake-offerers drew for us.
After ignoring all of the poor beggars at the border, we finally get to the border. The officer asks for our passports and asks us suspiciously, "what were you doing in Mexico".
I leaned over LD in the drivers seat and yelled out in my best Aussie accent: "Eating Lobster".
The officer seemed surprised enough and just let us through.
We talked so much on the way home that we ran out of gas as we left the freeway and I had to push the car, in the dark, wearing flip flops. We got an uber to the gas station, dealt with the difficult attendant and ubered back to the car. That uber driver, what a legend, his car probably stank of petroleum by the time we finished. Poor bugger.
My first 'rule' broken, and the start of a beautiful love affair with Mexico.
Surprises all around.
#california #losangeles #baja #puertonuevo #mexicop #lobster #cholesterol #rulesaremeanttobebroken #surprises #friendship #clarkgable #carolelombard #rosarito #fearthewalkingdead #amc #midcenturymodern #cake #vivamexico #boganphotos #smellofpetrol
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