Birthday Feast

Last night, Plot and Duck got to celebrate his recent birthday at La Costanera, down the coast half an hour south of Saint Plotniko.

It's quite a place, on the beach in Montara, with a bar scene downstairs and Peruvian restaurant on the main floor. Of course, any time Pisco Sours are consumed Plot and Duck reminisce about Cuzco and all those memorable meals that started with rice, beans, avocados, eggs, french fries, boiled potatoes and bread and then moved on to the meal on top of all that.

None of that here -- you don't need to conserve energy at sea level, except to cross the highway to get back to your car. The pumpkin soup with corn, farmer cheese and chili was really good and so were the seafood empanadas.

Plot, of all people, did notice one thing: people come to really nice places dressed in the sloppiest fashion. You will notice he put on his nice long sleeved blue shirt and black slacks, and Duck looked like a million dollars as always. So why would somebody show up in ripped jeans and a red sweat shirt that looked like he found it in the parking lot?

Yes, it's karma. Plotnik has had this kind of comment tossed in the direction of his closet from time to time over the years, but maybe since he started reviewing theater and must look sharp at least fifty or sixty times a year he takes more notice than he used to.

That is, when it's not he who is wearing the ratty sweat shirt. Dinner was delicious. Excellent idea and thank you, Great Ducknik.