The husband and I went to Florence on Saturday and just got back this morning. We spent some time on the beach, perused antique shops, and ate. Highlights include: Sunday morning at north jetty beach and Saturday night carne asada and margaritas at Los Campadres.
Los Campadres was two or three blocks from the inn we stayed at. It’s an unassuming little place–used to be a diner, I think. Not a lot of seating–maybe five tables? Prices were cheap and they had a full bar. I ordered carne asada and the husband ordered pork carnitas. Beans, rice, meat, and corn tortillas. Nothing fancy. So incredibly satisfying. And margaritas–um, yes, please.
We also ate at Bridgewater Restaurant. It was ok. Mostly good. I ordered some sort of pasta with seafood marinara. It was good. The name of the dish wasn’t appetizing, though. I think it was called Ocean Food Marinara with Linguini or something strange like that. The husband ordered two pounds of clams and mussels. He was happy as a …clam. Dumb, I know–but accurate.
But, to be honest, Los Campadres blew the Bridgewater out of the…water. Wow. I’ll stop with the cheesy figurative language.
I’d rather have Mexican food any day of the week.
So, with the carne asada and margaritas stealing the show this weekend, I came home inspired for some simple Mexican food. Stewed chicken with peppers, onions, tomatoes, cumin, mexican oregano, chili powder, etc., etc., etc., is simmering away in the crockpot.