I figured the only way to relieve my disappointment was to head to the Spanish restaurants on Waughtown street, this time joined by my friend Feisty. We happened to go to El Paisano on a Friday, which so happens to be one of the few days that they serve caldo de camarones (shrimp broth soup). Feisty and I ordered a couple bowls of this and loved diving through the broth to get to all the yummy jumbo shrimp and chunks of whitefish found within. Mmmmm....
Postscript: Another friend Pat who had joined me on a previous Waughtown excursion heard about my failed attempt to get down to Mexico, and this conversation ensued:
Pat: "I've heard your Spanish down on Waughtown street."Oh really? Well, I got some choice words for you in English then, my friend.
DW: "Yes?"
Pat: "Not impressed."
Prawn says: Don't be sad, DW, there will be other trips to Mexico.
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Gah...that thing still has eyes! *shudder*
Hmm, so you'll eat that, but you don't want to risk being murdered? :) Probably a good idea. :D
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