No trip to Isla Mujeres would be complete without a visit to Fredy’s. Read here about past visits: long ago, 2011,  2013, 2014, 

We have been friends with Fredy for so long that Sister #3’s photo of them together once adorned his restaurant wall (prior to the most recent renovations that is). One year we even ate Christmas dinner at Fredy’s!

We don’t even look at the menu any more. Almost everyone knows what they will order.

Baked Chicken Fajitas for Sister-in-law #3.

Mexican Platter for Sister #3.

Double-boned pork chops for the rest of us (4 of us on this evening). My husband D had not been to Fredy’s as often as the rest of us and was absolutely blown away by his pork chop. He went on and on about the cut, the preparation, the grilling, the tenderness and the taste.

D has owned his own restaurant and was a broiler chef for years and years and he knows his stuff. He could not say enough about Fredy’s skill in the kitchen.

When we first sat down, Fredy brought out his chips with guacamole and pico de gallo. I rarely order cocktails at dinner but Fredy’s pina cooladas are stellar!

You owe it to yourself to check Fredy’s. His food and clever/dry wit will have you coming back for more.

Kath’s quote: “I have three sets of humor. One I keep in a bag of salt, because it’s the dry one.
” ― Jarod Kintz

Love, that is all.

Sometimes a usual and common place sight on Isla, strikes me as exceptionally beautiful.

I love the colours that Islanders paint their homes, especially all the turquoise hues.

We accumulated some fixings for dinner at our cozy apartment at Luna d’ Miel including flan from Pita Amore.

There was plenty of afternoon left so I ventured out again for some sea glass and other treasures.

This is the view from one of the other rooms at Luna d’Miel.

There was a gorgeous sunset that evening seen from the street side of Luna d’Miel.

So we shared our feast of rotisserie chicken as we watched the disappearing sun.

I spent the evening sorting the efforts of my beachcombing habit, watched a couple of episodes of Suits on Netflix and polished off a couple of chapters of my book. A perfect evening in a perfect place.

Kath’s quote: “Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world …”  ― E.A. Bucchianeri

Love, that is all.

The north east corner of the city was where I grew up. The majority of my large family still calls East & North Kildonan “ home”. I have always felt sheepish that I reside in a south/central neighbourhood where I can walk to many of Winnipeg’s best restaurants and they have been somewhat restaurant “deprived”. The game-changer is 925 Bistro & Lounge.  My husband said this: “I’m sure that every neighbourhood would love to have a place like 925-basic and comfortable with fare that has been elevated by a talented chef.”

Stephanie is the manager of the Bistro which is owned by her family of Kelmar Bakery and Kelmar Meats right next door at Headmaster Row and Lagamodiere. We had the pleasure of meeting her on our first visit and she personally took care of us most recently.

We need her assistance to decide what to order. She started us with a shared order of Mussels which had been steamed in dill and white wine. Little spoons were delivered in advance so that we could scoop the seafood out of the shell and ladle the broth from the bowl at the same time. I have eaten mussels in Paris, New York and Montreal and I have never been offered this simple but ingenious touch. Grilled toast accompanied the dish for us to lap up the juices at the very bottom of the bowl.

My husband was tempted by the smoked ribs but decided upon the special that evening- a bison burger topped with foie gras (duck liver). The subtle buttery tastes of the foie gras were a little bit overpowered by the caramelized onion and fig marmalade, but the latter was so delicious that the special burger was a hit! The skinny hand-cut fries sealed the deal. Foie gras served in a strip-mall restaurant? That is what my husband meant by “elevated” fare.

My Slavic heritage pointed me to the Veal Schnitzel. Although the meat had not been thinned and tenderized to the delicate escalope that I am accustomed to, it held its own alongside the lemon caper sauce that adorned it. The buttered linguine and fresh seasonal vegetables ensured that the overall dish was a perfect choice for a cooler fall evening.

We arrived early that Monday night and as a result, we were sat at a quiet booth. On another visit I was there later in the evening and the place was hopping with a large group of excited diners. Be cautious about your arrival time if you are interested in intimate conversation. Stephanie tells me that they are strategizing to solve their ambient noise issue.

Kath’s quote: “My idea of heaven is eating pates de foie gras to the sound of trumpets.”-Sydney Smith

Love, that is all.

Have you driven down Sherbrooke St. recently on a weekend morning? If you have, you are likely to have seen the line ups at The Tallest Poppy and Stella’s. Another place that is a less trendy spot but just as good is called The Nook. The latter has been around long before the area became gentrified; thirty years in fact. Originally a Salisbury House, the corner spot was once known only to staff at the Misrecordia Hospital but more recently, the place draws a varied crowd. On this day, my sister and I were meeting for a quick lunch. I was concerned that we might not be able to get a seat (by a window) without a wait, but arriving just before noon, meant that we had no concern.

I selected a spinach and feta omelet from their extensive menu. The eggs were perfectly cooked (i.e. not “overcooked” which often happens with omelets) and the stuffing was plentiful. Served with a side of toast, it was a satisfying lunch.

My sister was on the spinach trail too and opted for a spinach salad with grated mozzarella, hard cooked eggs and side bacon. You could tell the latter was not the lesser ingredient of bacon “bits” as the entire crispy strip crowned the top of the dish. The hot dressing which accompanied the salad was made from what we thought were the bacon drippings and provided a savoury treat. Athina emailed me after my Canstar piece was published to clarify that this is not the case. She indicated that her vegan customers were upset. The result is a hearty salad absolutely packed with satisfyingly salty flavours.

I have it on good authority that their burgers, chicken fingers and perogies are all tasty too.

Proprietors Athina and Bill Parasidis know the formula to keep their guests coming back, sometimes many times per week: fresh ingredients, expertly prepared and served with efficiency and courtesy.

Kath’s quote: “Fortunately I am not one of those beings who when they smile are apt to expose remnants, however small, of horrible and degrading spinach clinging to their teeth.”-Salvador Dali,

Love -that is all.

A beautiful sunrise

and another glorious day on Isla.

The day started with shelling before heading into Centro to meet Sister #3 and Dona.

Even when the walk is warm on the airport road, the breezes along the malecon create the perfect temperature for our walk into town.

And you never know what sights you will see along the way.

I love the colour turquoise in whatever setting.

Beauty and colour is everywhere on the island.

I stopped at a outdoor kiosk that I had never stopped at before.

Loved the texture and colours of these coconut stocks.

Passing our time while we waited for the ferry.

For a treat we stopped at 7-11 for a coffee slushee and our favourite jalapeno kettle chips.

We love hanging out at the ferry terminal and didn’t mind at all that we had to wait for a second boat.

Sister #3 loves Casa el Pio and has been staying there for many consecutive years. We helped them haul their luggage and loved to have a fresh look around.

Casa el Pio is simple, convenient and oh so comfortable.

On our way up to the new rooftop, I spotted these old seawall pieces that other guests had collected.

The view to the south is gorgeous.

D finding the shade before we all headed to La Lomita for lunch.

Kath’s quote: “The hasty and the tardy meet the ferry.” –Arabian Proverb

Love, that is all.