Mystery Dining in Old Mexico? I Thought We Were in Italy!

     As we're meandering down a series of winding back roads with our friend Michael I, the driver, asked him where we were going. He replied, "to Mexico". I said "what do you mean Michael." He replied "you will see." This would be mystery dining at its best.
    And after a few more twists and turns we went under a culvert like device to end up at a small cabana looking restaurant on the beach.

There we let Michael see if they were open. Most of the beach restaurants were closing or were closed for the season. This one was closing that day and we would be their last customers. It didn't look like much but it didn't disappoint either. This place came with the tiki type umbrellas that reminded us of Mexico, hence why Michael said we would be going to Mexico.

    As we sat and listened to the waves break upon the shore Michael

ordered a seafood delight for us, a bottle of Falerio white wine,

a local product and pasta for Lynda. The dishes starting with a fish anti-pasto

were delivered as we devoured the one before us. They came and came and came until we were full of fresh seafood taken from the morning's catch. After about two hours and a Limoncello and a coffee we took Michael back the way he led us. I could never find this place again on my own. No wonder, it was in Mexico afterall. The cook was from Argentina originally and we shared some Manu Ginobili stories.

     After dropping Michael off at his car we finished with...guess what...gelato!