Wednesday, March 02, 2011

And Back To Pipi

Well, not back as in I went back to Pipi, just back to posting about it.

As always, Pipi is kind of one of those fun touristy kinds of places that even the locals love.  The food is decent, the drinks are big and actually contain significant amounts of alcohol, and everyone, including the staff, seems to have a great time.

Now I know the Mysterious Chinese Woman always claims that I manipulate the photos of her to make it appear that her drinks are larger than they actually are.

You Be The Judge

They have a lot on the menu, but their fajitas are always a popular choice, and they flame them up right at your table.

Flaming Fajitos, A Good Name For A Band

The chicken and steak fajitos are probably the most common, but Bella prefers the fish fajitos.

Fish Fajitos, Another Great Name For A Band

The Mysterious Chinese Woman ordered a "small" vegetable burrito to go with her "small" Margarita.

It Just Looks Big

To be fair, though, almost everyone had big drinks and big meals.

Big And Colorful

And, again, let's keep it clean. It is the drinks that are big and colorful.

Because it was Peter's birthday, he once again (we did this last year) has to endure the humiliation of being fed a cake and somehow having the waiter miss his mouth but hit his nose. And all while being serenaded by a Mariachi band.

Usually we shoo the Mariachi players away, but in Pipi it just feels right to have them serenade you.  Especially if they can sing love songs to Peter.

Beso Mi Beso Amore

He was somehow consoled, though, because he said his birthday shots were stronger this year.

A Just Reward

And no, I don't know what "beso mi beso amore" means, but it sounds romantic.

And, too soon it was over and we packed up our leftovers and headed home.  You may have been wondering about those pink plastic bags on the table.

Plenty For Tomorrow

And Marcie found a special prize.

Ohh, Shiny

Rich Beyond Her Wildest Dreams

Well, it was a five centavo coin, almost a nickel.

Another great time and we some a few interesting sights on our walk there as well.

The Sand Man

That guy reminded me of the spooky rock men in those old Flash Gordon movies, the ones that came out of the cave walls at you.

And we saw a whale frolicking in the bay.

A Super-Sized Flipper

Of course the whale is being encroached upon by a private yacht and a party-boat, neither of which should be anywhere near this guy.  There are laws here against this, but I have never seen any attempt to stop it.  Only licensed whale watch boats are allowed to approach the whales, and even they are not supposed to get this close.  Next time I read Moby Dick I am definitely rooting for the whale.

1 comment:

Splunge said...

I always root for the whale. Have you heard of The Brooklyn? It's a Manhattan with dry vermouth:

* 2 ounces rye or other whiskey
* 1 ounce dry vermouth
* 1/4 ounce maraschino liqueur
* 1/4 ounce Amer Picon, or a few dashes Angostura or orange bitters

Wish I Wasn't Here.

Splunge ;-)