After four days of hard riding, I elected to take a night off. The dehydration is catching up with me and nothing good can come from too much exercise at this point. Instead, I joined Holly and Savannah for dinner at a sushi bar in Beachwood where the menu may as well have been in Japanese for all the sense I could make of it. Part of the blame goes to the low lighting, though I’d grabbed my reading glasses on the way out of the car, quite proudly.
“I
can’t read this at all, but I remembered to bring in my reading glasses,” I
said, reaching for the case from my pocket.
I opened it only to find it was empty.
“Damn…that
sucks,” I said. Savannah and Holly
laughed. They could read the menu and
since they’d eaten raw fish many times before, knew what they were ordering.
“Are
these things on the left page here dinners?
They look like it, but with the appetizers on the right side, I’m not so
sure,” I said in frustration. I could
read the entrée’s but not the explanations under them. I could see things like ‘salmon’ and ‘eel’,
but that was about it. Neither of the
ladies with me was interested in helping, either. I like unusual things and will eat most anything,
so I went with the eel when the waitress appeared to take our orders. I did notice that it was grilled at least.
And
it was very good. There was no bread,
salad, vegetable or potato on the side or any of the traditional things I’ve
come to expect whenever I eat out…or eat at all. There were nine hunks of eel wrapped around something
squishy, but tasty and with a sampling from both Holly and Savannah, I was
satisfied by the time I finished. With a
stop at East Coast Custard on the ride home and a waffle cone full of mint
chocolate chip ice cream, I returned a happy, contented man. Tomorrow…back in the saddle.
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