Mr. Fish Pants, seen here in his pants with fish on them, joined us at Coastal Kitchen last night for dinner. “Those eyelashes are to die for,” the waiter told me, while Mr. FP and I were taking a stroll about the place. Mr. FP is modest, mostly, and just squealed and giggled and gave the waiter the look that’s sure to keep him breaking hearts on both coasts for many years to come. Then he tried the look on me, leaning back in to my legs and casting his bedrooom eyes upwards. “Oh ho no you don’t!” I said. “No babies. Now quit it!” Mr. Fish Pants was undeterred.
Coastal Kitchen is a fine local restaurant, mere stumbling distance from my door. They change their menu frequently and always have excellent seafood. They’re cooking Costa Rican inspired cuisine right now. I had the Quepos Stew, a spicy/tangy concoction of some sort of white fish, scallops, and prawns with potato, red peppers, and hmmm, was that mango? Guava? It was delicious and I ate all of it even though I’d intended to take half home to have for lunch. No go.
After Fish Wednesday, we strolled up to Volunteer Park to walk under the grand trees and to admire the dahlias in the fading golden summer light. This is another reason I like Coastal Kitchen so – it’s a lovely evening out, dining there and then wandering through the park and along the grand manses of Capitol Hill. Mr. FP dozed in his stroller while we spied through the leaded glass windows of the landed gentry.
Note to self: Consider adding post dinner stroll to Fish Wednesday agenda.