Autumn is officially upon us and although beautiful, I know what is on its way to the Canadian prairies. To warm me up, I remembered that I still had a couple of Trip Reports to finish off.
So, meanwhile back to my recounting of Day 11 on Isla…… If you recall, the gorgeous, clear day suddenly was interrupted with torrents of rain. Since this was our last full day on Isla, we were undaunted and kept our plans for our progressive dinner in Centro. This is often how we spend our last full day. Not only were we trying to make every minute count but we were still trying to check every taste and locale off of our “must try” list. So we donned our ponchos and headed out into the torrential rain. The dollar store ponchos that we had packed from home worked well but not our leather shoes in the flooded streets. There was some intriguing action going on in Centro that day. We walked by Hemingway’s which had closed messages taped all over it. There were sniffer dogs and big burly guys with guns under their ponchos, helmets and masks. It was like a scene from a movie, the likes of which we have never encountered back home in the centre of Canada. But I was comforted that crime is appropriately dealt with on the island and that as long as we kept our own proverbial noses clean, we should never have to encounter such a scene. It was too early for dinner or even appetizers, so we made the rounds where our other family members were staying to say our good-byes. Our first stop was my brother’s hotel Los Arcos right on Hidalgo. They too have been coming to Isla for years and he and my beloved sister-in-law love being right in the heart of the action. He pours an amazing rum and coke to which D gleefully accepted. I imbibed in a glass of vino tinto and some chips and salsa (trying to be polite but knowing that I had hours of eating ahead). Our second stop was on the south perimeter of the zocolo at Sister #3’s at Casa el Pio. She too has her favourite spot where she has stayed, year after year. More glasses of vino tinto were poured along with the island’s delicious potato chips and onion dip.
After we departed, our progressive dinner began in earnest with a stop at our favourite spot at Bally Hoo (I was the only one in our entourage who hadn’t been) for fish and chips and mango margaritas.
At our next stop at Roca Mar we sat on the covered balcony for shrimp ceviche and Sols.
J2’s Mom agreed to babysit the Wee One so that J2 could join us for the entrée course.
We loved everything about Abuelo’s including the brightly covered napkins that wrapped around the cervezas-a little touch that added some colour to the grey night.
J2 loved the pina coolada with fresh juices.
The place is teeny but welcoming and cozy.
We were amazed by the quality of the food that came out of the equally teeny kitchen.
D chose the whole red snapper and was blown away.
J2 decided upon the seafood kabobs and was delighted that the fish was skewered with fresh whole strawberries.
Abuelo means grandfather and the restaurant is aptly run by three generations. We had heard not only how fabulous the food was but that it was lovingly presented. Everything we heard was absolutely right. Complimentary chocolate flan was delivered to us all for dessert -even me who hadn’t ordered an entrée. We can’t wait to go back to Abuelo’s. We carried on with more vino tinto at Don Cheapo’s.
We strolled up and down Hidalgo to help digest our supper and make room for another dessert!
Our niece had been to the island in the New Year and her favourite spot was Café Hidalgo.
Gorgeous crepes were lovingly created by a hippie lad who considered each plate a work of art. J2 selected nutella, banana and real shredded coconut . I chose the sugar and lime with strawberries and just whipped, cream. We were so impressed with how homey the café was with books and games to help you pass a rainy day or if you were dining on your own. Another spot that we will definitely go back to. By this time it was late, and if you recall, we had started the day hours ago in part one of this recounting. J2 invited us to their balcony at Roca Mar to sip a Kahlua but in spite of our intent to fit extra minutes into our last full day, we had to admit that it was time to make the stroll home one last time.
Kath’s quote: “I am not a glutton — I am an explorer of food.”-Erma Bombeck
Love-that is all.