After joining friends for a drink at a lovely dusk on the patio of Taco Milagro, I suddenly yearned for a shrimp cocktail. There is no method to my madness. I ran home, parked, and walked the mere block past Trader Joe's and across Shepherd to Little Pappas Seafood.
The drink: A glass of house chardonnay (Canyon Road). Charles, my cordial bartender who like other Pappas barkeeps knows exactly the right things to say at exactly the right time, asked me if I wanted the regular or large pour. His soothing tone, commanding posture and cleft chin meant I could only purr "large" as if nothing else would be acceptable.
The food: The Acapulco Shrimp Cocktail. This was a little steep at $11.95 but the half dozen shrimp (seven if you count the garnish one) were impeccably chilled and fresh. Chunks of avocado were silky, but the pico de gallo was very, very spicy. Charles anticipated my need for water and brought it immediately.
On the big screen: Dancing With the Stars All-Stars. I got to see poor Joey Fatone eliminated when everyone in the world knew it should have been Bristol Palin. Of course, her mother was there. And it's true I do want to see as much Mark Ballas as possible. I'm so torn...
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