Jungle Journal 2-08-2007
Dining Out in Uvita, restaurant review number one
The Breakfast
A typical Costa Rica breakfast experience in my neighborhood.
I haven't eaten out in quite awhile, mostly because every time I feel I'd like
to.. I think of many valid reasons why it would be less work and better to just
stay home and cook. It always seems worth it when dealing with an
unknown cook/restaurant until you've actually subjected yourself to their
particular brand of sadism/ineptness. In this most recent experiment, Eddy,
my friend who is now cooking there (The Tucan Hotel), simply wasn't
there, which started things off poorly. Instead, a little old Canadian lady
greeted me, speaking oh so quietly (passive-aggressively friendly-like)
informing me that she was just helping out while dodging entirely the
question of "Where was Eddy." She pointed at the extensive, 2 item menu
of (1)French toast and fruit, or (2)eggs, toast and fruit. I asked for
scrambled eggs and French toast, if possible; I mean it did appear
possible, and it was really what i wanted..didn't need the fruit. She clearly
understood me and assented her agreement while pushing the
"refreshing lime tea" to accompany the meal..to which I complied (mostly
just to avoid a fight),.
No one else was waiting for food, so it seemed a fair bet I wouldn't have a
long wait; a bet I would have lost had I made one. A couple of
tourist/surfer/bikers from Australia came in wearing Harley Davidson
Sydney t-shirts. I'm not sure she ever actually took their orders, but I knew
their arrival was not going to speed my food up any. I read The Tico Times.
I got tired of The Tico TImes. I stared at things of no interest, intently,
since staring at other people is considered rude even when being the only
acual items of interest within view..tick tock..tick..tock...
Finally she scurried out with a plate of French toast and fruit..I knew
bringing up the missing scrambled eggs at this point would be useless,
and take hours to correct, but I did need something to wash down the toast,
so I inquired about the lime tea. Apparently it had become frozen overnight
but she was working on the problem and it would be out in a jiff.
She HAD, after all, recommended the lime tea highly..I guess she forgot it
had been frozen..or something...anyhow..she brought it out shortly..shortly
before I finished the meal. The French toast was quite delicious, and
sort of unusual. The fruit was not. I can't say much about the eggs I
never got, but the tea was bitter and nasty tasting. The price, at $4.00
was fair (total cost of meal), I suppose, but the experience was grueling. Oh
yeah, there was a yappy little Miniature Doberman that pestered me as
soon as I got off the bike. Following at my heels yapyapyapyap..I couldn't
shake it...it was a nightmare from the wayback machine (some of my Bethel
Island friends will know what I'm talking about) ...it needed
shooting/stomping or both, but since it belongs to Tre and Penny (the
owners of the hotel) all I could do was shoo it and mutter dire warnings of
future encounters. I won't be going back anytime soon..except....
It might me more fun when Eddy's there. Wonder when that is? Eddy?
A typical Costa Rica breakfast experience in my neighborhood.
I haven't eaten out in quite awhile, mostly because every time I feel I'd like
to.. I think of many valid reasons why it would be less work and better to just
stay home and cook. It always seems worth it when dealing with an
unknown cook/restaurant until you've actually subjected yourself to their
particular brand of sadism/ineptness. In this most recent experiment, Eddy,
my friend who is now cooking there (The Tucan Hotel), simply wasn't
there, which started things off poorly. Instead, a little old Canadian lady
greeted me, speaking oh so quietly (passive-aggressively friendly-like)
informing me that she was just helping out while dodging entirely the
question of "Where was Eddy." She pointed at the extensive, 2 item menu
of (1)French toast and fruit, or (2)eggs, toast and fruit. I asked for
scrambled eggs and French toast, if possible; I mean it did appear
possible, and it was really what i wanted..didn't need the fruit. She clearly
understood me and assented her agreement while pushing the
"refreshing lime tea" to accompany the meal..to which I complied (mostly
just to avoid a fight),.
No one else was waiting for food, so it seemed a fair bet I wouldn't have a
long wait; a bet I would have lost had I made one. A couple of
tourist/surfer/bikers from Australia came in wearing Harley Davidson
Sydney t-shirts. I'm not sure she ever actually took their orders, but I knew
their arrival was not going to speed my food up any. I read The Tico Times.
I got tired of The Tico TImes. I stared at things of no interest, intently,
since staring at other people is considered rude even when being the only
acual items of interest within view..tick tock..tick..tock...
Finally she scurried out with a plate of French toast and fruit..I knew
bringing up the missing scrambled eggs at this point would be useless,
and take hours to correct, but I did need something to wash down the toast,
so I inquired about the lime tea. Apparently it had become frozen overnight
but she was working on the problem and it would be out in a jiff.
She HAD, after all, recommended the lime tea highly..I guess she forgot it
had been frozen..or something...anyhow..she brought it out shortly..shortly
before I finished the meal. The French toast was quite delicious, and
sort of unusual. The fruit was not. I can't say much about the eggs I
never got, but the tea was bitter and nasty tasting. The price, at $4.00
was fair (total cost of meal), I suppose, but the experience was grueling. Oh
yeah, there was a yappy little Miniature Doberman that pestered me as
soon as I got off the bike. Following at my heels yapyapyapyap..I couldn't
shake it...it was a nightmare from the wayback machine (some of my Bethel
Island friends will know what I'm talking about) ...it needed
shooting/stomping or both, but since it belongs to Tre and Penny (the
owners of the hotel) all I could do was shoo it and mutter dire warnings of
future encounters. I won't be going back anytime soon..except....
It might me more fun when Eddy's there. Wonder when that is? Eddy?
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