500,000 Hits

It looks like my blog will reach the half-million hit mark sometime this weekend. To celebrate this somewhat less than earth-shattering milestone (Paris Hilton gets that many hits in an hour) I will be having dinner and a few beers tomorrow (Saturday, August 9th) at Pete's (Waterfront) Ale House, my favorite neighborhood watering hole, as I am sure you all know by now.



The Mysterious Chinese Woman and I will probably get there around 6:00 P.M. and hang around for a couple of hours. We will be looking forward to seeing any of you who may show up.

Oh, the Mysterious Chinese Woman said that if I posted pictures of myself in a bikini I might be able to compete with Paris. Somehow I doubt that. Be grateful I don't try.

A River Walk

I decided to break up my posts about my last day in Rome because, well, my last day in Rome was a bit broken up. They Mysterious Chinese Woman and her Equally Mysterious Sister decided to go back and revisit some of the places they had been before and visit a couple more historical sites. I decided to do something different and went for a bit of a wilderness walk right in the heart of Rome.

I took the free hotel shuttle to the train station and then headed towards the river, not quite sure what I would find. Much to my surprise I found a nice little walking and biking trail.

Country In The City


The walk is right along the river which is still a bit wild along this stretch.

Quite Pastoral


Well, it wasn't all pastoral, there was what looked like some kind of an encampment underneath one of the bridges.

Very Mysterioso


I am not sure if this was some kind of a storage area, or an altar.

Just Not Sure


As I walked along the river I noticed that there were very few places where you could actually get off the path and back to the city streets. There were a number of stairways leading up towards the street, but they all seemed to dead-end against either a wall or a gate.

Stairways To Nowhere




Obviously these stairways once led somewhere. In fact, if you got up to the top there is a narrow footpath that runs along the wall that blocks access to the sidewalk and street on the other side. The footpath is so overgrown with underbrush though that it is impassable. I am not sure why these stairways have been blocked off, but once on the river walk you either have to turn back to where you started or keep walking until you get to a major bridge with stairway access. I am guessing it is somewhere between one and two miles from my entry to the first exit.

I was thinking about trying out this culvert to see where it would lead me, but that would have been too much of an adventure. Based upon my earlier discoveries of encampments, who knew who, or what, might be living inside.

Ah, Not Today


The river looked to be at about its normal level to me, based upon where it was in relationship to the bordering vegetation. Apparently it does flood on occasion, at least if these markers are to be believed.

How High's The Water, Mama?


Although Rome is peppered with old buildings, it is undergoing a transformation. I thought this picture kind of caught the juxtaposition.

Something Old, Something New On The Way


I finally made it to a bridge that I could escape too. As you can see, the path I was on kept going, but I was walking, not biking, so I had gone far enough. Plus there were a few other sights I wanted to see.

And The River Flows On


There was a path on the side of the river opposite where I walked, but it really looked like country road. If I had another day I would have taken it to see where it went.

No Walk On The Wild Side


Tomorrow I shall post about the remainder of my last day, and I know you won't want to miss that.

Also, a friend of mine, Terry, pointed out that I was getting close having half a million hits on my website since I installed my counter. He asked me if I planned to celebrate that milestone. I hadn't planned on it, but I guess the afternoon after I hit it I will head to Pete's Waterfront Ale House here in Brooklyn on Atlantic Avenue and hoist a few. Maybe you can join me.

New PC

Okay, I know, I have been remiss about posting lately. I promise that I will post about my last day in Rome tomorrow. Really, I will.

I just bought a new PC, the HP TouchSmart, and I am in the process of installing it. Well, actually, the installation was a piece of cake. Pretty much just plugged it in and hooked it up to my internet. Then I changed the name of the workgroup to match my existing one and viola, everything connected. It automatically found everthing, even my Lacie BigDisk NAS device. Given that the HP has 500 gigs of memory and Lacie has a terabyte, I think I am pretty well set for storage for awhile.

Now I am migrating over some of my application programs and that is what is taking me a lot of time. Some of them need to be replaced because they are old and not Vista compatible. Others need to have updates downloaded. Kind of a pain, but it will be worth it. I can replace two of my networked PCs with this one. Plus it has a cool 22 inch screen and, as the name implies, touch screen technology.

It will take me awhile to get used to the touch screen technology. I feel more comfortable with the mouse at this point. I can see where the touch screen is neat for some stuff, but I will probably move into it gradually.

Okay, back to work. The last day of Rome will appear sometime tomorrow morning though, I promise.

Art, Or Scaffolding - An Update

As promised, I checked out the "Waterfalls" to see if Friday's shutdown was only temporary. It was.

Walking down to see the one right under the Brooklyn Bridge I headed down on of my favorite streets because of the view at the end.

Nicely Framed


It was too bad it was such an overcast day. On a clear day you can see the Chrysler Building perfectly centered in the lower arch of the Manhattan Bridge. I will make a point of re-shooting this one day. It also looks nice at night when the Chrysler Building is all lite up.

Well, as you can plainly see, the "Waterfalls" were back in business. I have to admit, though, that I didn't see a lot of tourists flocking around.







As I have mentioned before, unlike "Gates," the large installation in Central Park a few years ago, there really isn't any good viewing points for these "Waterfalls" unless you pay for a boat ride. And you certainly can't interact with them. A few people who have tried had to be rescued when their kayaks overturned. The Harbor Patrol now actively keeps people from venturing too close.

I, personally, like the smaller sculptures along the waterfront, the ones that kind of surprise you.

More My Style


Okay, enough with the diversions already. My next post will be about my last full day in Rome and conclude my European adventure. I guess I have just been delaying the inevitable. It was a fun trip even if I didn't get into the seedy casinos by the train station.

Art, Or Scaffolding

Just a quick interlude before I post about my last day in Rome. You may remember that I had posted about the "Waterfalls" installation that was getting rave reviews. You may also remember that I was less than impressed saying that it pretty much just looked like scaffolding with water pouring off the top. I also said that the $16 million price tag struck me as being nothing short of ludicrous. Well, it has become even more so.

Yesterday the Mysterious Chinese Woman and I headed over to Staten Island for a baseball game (more on that in another post). It was a lovely Friday afternoon, just perfect for a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. This is a great free ride with beautiful views of downtown Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, and Governor's Island where one of the "Waterfalls" is installed. Well, guess what, the water is no longer running. Whether this is temporary due to a problem of some sort I really cannot say. Hey, for only $4 million per "Waterfall" what do you expect?

How Lovely, Scaffolding


Interestingly, or not, although there was all kinds of hoopla when the water was turned on, I haven't seen anything about why this one is no longer running. I will go check out the other "Waterfalls" today to see if they are still operating.

Gosh, I certainly hope the tourists coming to see these "Waterfalls" who were supposed to pump another $55 million into the local economy aren't too disappointed.

Addendum - Today all "Waterfalls" are operating, pictures to follow shortly.

On The Town In Rome

We decided to steer clear of the touristy areas for dinner and try to find something more along the lines of typical neighborhood fare. The shuttle from the Hotel also drops you off by the railroad station, although I don't think it is the one we came into. This one does have a train that goes to the airport though. It is pretty small. No matter, we weren't going to be taking any trains. It was also near to a subway stop and along a trolley lines.

The neighborhood is a bit on the run down side with a lot of, not sure what to call them, places that cater to the commercial trade and things like that. Garages, whatever. There were a couple of bars that had gambling and billed themselves as casinos. I should have peeped in one but for some reason I didn't. Well, the some reason was the Equally Mysterious Sister who doesn't really feel comfortable in places like those. She didn't say anything, but I know her well.

There is a main drag, Viali di Trastevere. It runs a couple of blocks away from and parallel to the river, Fume Tevere. It then dead ends at the rivers edge where the river makes a bend. As you walk further along the street away from the train station the neighborhood becomes more residential with retail stores and little restaurants, many with outside seating.

We pretty much picked the first one we came to that looked nice, and we weren't disappointed.

Pancotto


Having worked up a bit of a thirst I decided to order a carafe of their house red. A nice little wine that they served in a stoneware pitcher.

A Picture Of Pancotto's Pitcher


Now I Feel Like I Am In Rome


I had a pork dish really good in a rustic way. The Mysterious Chinese Woman opted for a whole fish and she wasn't disappointed.

Not For Tourists


Somewhere along the way we also had gnocchi. I am not sure if it came with something or we ordered as a side dish. All I can say is that it was delicious. The best, by far, that I have ever eaten. It was fluffy yet chewy and not at all doughy like they so often are. The service was really good and very friendly. We chatted a bit with the owner and he was a riot. We really enjoyed ourselves and if we had the time we all agreed that we would come back again.

It wasn't too crowded when we arrived, but then we were early for Italy. By the time we were finishing up it had pretty much filled up though.

That's Me In The Back


We decided to walk along Viali di Trastevere to the river and then walk along the river for a ways on our way back to the shuttle. It turns out that this stretch by the river is the scene to a lot of night life.

Down To The Fun


Again, by Italian standard this was still very early so there weren't a whole lot of people here yet. But the walkway was lined with little bar areas and stages for bands. I bet along about midnight this place really rocks.





My opinion about Rome is starting to change a little bit now that I am discovering more and more interesting thing. In fact on our walk back to the shuttle we passed a real neat looking restaurant with an outdoor garden area. We all agreed that is where we should have our last dinner in Rome the next night.

Everything Divine

Okay, nobody correctly identified the building with the hole in the roof. Or at least nobody posted or emailed me a correct answer.

It is:

The Pantheon


Pantheon is made up of two Greek words, pan which means everything and teon which means divine. It, supposedly, was built as a temple to all Roman gods.

A bit of history. It was originally built in about 26 BC by Agrippa who was the admiral of the fleet that defeated the fleets of Mark and Cleo in the Battle of Actium. This victory consolidated Rome under Octavian who went on to become Caesar Augustus and the owner of Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas.

Agrippa was Octavian's son-in-law so I guess he got to build things whenever he wanted to. Sadly, the Pantheon burnt down in a huge fire in 80 AD and was totally rebuilt during Emperor Hadrian's reign. In 609 AD the Emperor Phocas gave the building to Pope Boniface IV who converted it into a Christian church. This, probably, is what saved the building when so many other ancient ruins were pretty much destroyed to provide building materials for more modern structures. It was never abandoned and was always actively used as a church.

It is a very nice building and was probably my favorite touristy spot. One reason was that it was fairly small so you could take it all in rather quickly. The other was that it is nice and cool inside. That is because of the way it was designed, really an impressive architectural feat.

An Interior Shot


Later that evening the Mysterious Chinese Woman and I took advantage of the free hotel shuttle that drops you off by The Vatican and a nearby subway. We took the subway to a stop we had seen from our tour bus earlier in the day, an area that looked interesting with a lot of cute restaurants.

Note to self, a lot of clustered cute restaurants in Rome tends to mean touristy.

Right by the subway stop was a pleasant looking outdoor cafe where we decided to have a glass of wine before scouting out the neighborhood.

la baita


A Toast To Tourism


The wine was decent and the waiter friendly. He graciously took our picture and then pretended to pocket our camera. Hah Hah, what a card, laughed so hard I snorted. About as funny as the guy in last night's restaurant who pretended to drop your camera while holding on to the strap. There must be a school for funny camera tricks that these guys go to.

We walked around the neighborhood a bit and finally decided that the restaurant right across from where we had our wine looked good. It was all glass enclosed and was affiliated with la baita.

Diners In Glass Restaurants


The food was prepared in the building across the sidewalk from it and then carried over. I wish I could say that the food was good, but, sadly, that wasn't the case. I started out with an octopus salad and really had a salad with small whole octopus in mind. What I got instead was some kind of an octopus headcheese. Not really very appetizing.

Octopus Headcheese


One of the things that made me choose this place, other than the location, was that I saw someone eating what looked to be a nice steak. That was what I ordered and it was one of the toughest I have ever been served in a restaurant. On the other hand, the pistachio gelato that I had for dessert was very good and the portion was large.

The waitress was very nice though and gently recommended a different wine then the one I had originally selected. Apparently my choice was kind of a lightly carbonated dessert wine. I bet it would have tasted like Ripple, still one of my all time favorites.

Drinking The Good Stuff


Despite the disappointing food it was a pleasant enough place to sit and spend part of an evening just watching the passing scene.

Watching The World Go By


And it was certainly easy enough to catch a subway back to our hotel shuttle. All and all it was a very nice evening and our meal probably cost less per person than what the Equally Mysterious Sister paid for a bowl of soup back at the hotel.

The next day we finally started to move off the beaten track a bit, as you shall see.

Not A Good Tourist

Not only is Bar Man not a very good tourist, he is even worse when it comes to writing about touristy things. I do have some pictures of the touristy places where we went, like the Sistine Chapel. Well, actually, not the inside of the Sistine Chapel itself, but the building that surrounds it. But what can I write about it that hasn't been written before. Oh, except that you can no longer take pictures inside the Chapel itself because of a deal that was made with a Japanese company. In exchange for funding the cleaning and restoration of the Sistine Chapel they got the rights to sell all of the souvenirs, postcards, calendars, reproductions of statues, body parts of deceased saints, the usual. They then mandated a no picture taking policy in the Sistine Chapel itself so that it would increase the sale of said souvenirs. Hey, you want a picture, buy it.

Anyway, I am not good at taking pictures and writing about stuff in museums, even things that I found interesting at the time. I might stuff a couple of those into a future blog though.

Into our second day my opinion of Rome was still one of historical sights and tourist attractions, some of which were built around something historical. Well, in Rome I guess just about everything is historical. They can't even build a subway because they keep digging up antiquities. Then they have to stop construction until a team of archaeologists spends a couple of years sifting through the rubble.

One thing that there are a lot of are open squares, usually with a statue or something in the middle.

Your Typical Square


Of course this is prime real estate because these things are to tourists as roach motels are to, well, roaches. Tourists are just drawn to them and once inside they get stuck.

You Can Check Out, But You Can Never Leave


The bait is all of the little outdoor cafes that line the perimeter of the square where it seems to be compulsory to sit and have something to eat and drink and watch the passing crowd. Of course that crowd is all tourists looking for a place to sit where they can watch the passing crowd.

The Cute Little Cafes


Bar Man isn't adverse to being part of the touristy action though. And after visiting the Sistine Chapel and some other place that has a big hole in the top and a bunch of little ones in the floor, I ended up here as well.

Big Hole In The Top


Little Ones In The Floor


Okay, now this is a real famous place, the one with the holes, so if you know what it is or want to take a guess, post a comment. All will be revealed in the next post, but don't expect too many pictures.

Anyway, after a morning of guided sight-seeing we were let loose. The Mysterious Chinese Woman and her Equally Mysterious Sister decided to go shopping so I followed my basic roach-like instincts.

Hey, What's Bad About This


I managed to get a couple beers down before the women-folk showed up. We decided to get a bite to eat as long as we were here. Believe me, this wasn't my idea. I wanted to hunt for something a bit more authentic but was over-ruled. We ended up getting a couple of pizza's that were okay, at best. The Equally Mysterious Sister got a stomach ache later in the afternoon though, and she wasn't able to join us for dinner at, as it turned out, another touristy place.

But that will have to wait until tomorrow.

Pictures Are Back

Hooray, my friend Mark, who I can recommend for all of your PC needs, did a yeoman's job recovering my lost pictures on my Lacie Big Drive. This was no small feat, as I was able to observe, and which he took pains to let me know. But, recover them he did. And, really, he didn't kvetch too much. I think he secretly enjoyed the challenge.

And, speaking of pictures, when I was visiting the Louvre there were a number of people who were making copies of the paintings on the walls.

Maybe She Can't Afford A Camera


Obviously they must have special permission to do this. I doubt if they just let anyone wander into the Louvre with a bunch of paints and paint brushes. If they did I suspect there would be a lot of mustaches.

One thing that I did notice, however, is that everyone making a copy seemed to just be putting on the finishing touches. And there were at least a dozen people I saw who were making copies.

Just A Bit More Blue, Perhaps


After awhile I began to think that maybe these people were just here to create some kind of an ambiance. I mean, wouldn't you think that someone would just be starting, or maybe just halfway done. How is it that everyone was just finishing up? Another one of those mysteries of life.

Anyway, tomorrow I will be able to continue posting about my visit to Rome, so be sure to come back for that.

No Pictures..., No Camera

My stars must be misaligned when it comes to my pictures. My friend, Mark, tells me that the ones stored on my NAS are crawling back into view, albeit very slowly. He said about thirty have been recovered so far. Of course I have several thousand so it may take some time.

A bit worse was the loss of the pictures I took last night, and the camera that I took them with.

The Mysterious Chinese Woman and I headed out to Coney Island to have beers and hot dogs at Peggy O'neil's. This was an event sponsored by my friend Sean Murphy and it was a lot of fun. We never did get hamburgers though because they started the coals too late and never really got them hot enough. Oh well, hot dogs and ball games kind of go together anyway.

Before going to Peggy Oneil's we stopped into the Freak Bar which in the past never seemed to be open when I was around. Quite frankly, it isn't much. Kind of like an unfinished basement, lots of cement and exposed wiring. I think they are remodeling, but who knows.

The bar is fairly small and adjacent to, you guessed it, a freak show. As a result they wouldn't let you take pictures even though the show itself was behind closed doors and you had to pay an admission to get in. Well, the picture thing really didn't make much difference anyway, as it turned out.

Just about everyone in the bar had tattoos, lots of tattoos. In fact one of the customers was a tattoo artist. The woman who was with her didn't have any visible tattoos and I mentioned that she seemed a bit out of place. Then she pulled up her shirt and showed me her back. Believe me, she fit right in.

We had great seats for the game, right on the third base side just a short distance from third base itself. You got to love minor league baseball, these seats sell for just ten bucks.

The game itself was fun too. The home team, the Cyclones, jumped out to an early lead but then the Staten Island Yankees roared back in the top of the ninth to pull within one run and give everyone heart attacks. But, the Cyclones prevailed.

We headed back to Peggy O'neil's for a post game beer and the place was jammed. It is a fairly large bar too with a big outside area. There must have been several hundred people jamming the place. It is a great location, literally built into Keyspan Stadium so it is a natural place to go for a post-game drink.

As we headed back to the subway I decided to stop into a place for a nightcap. Nice bar on the main floor and they said there was another one upstairs as well. This place was also full, but a lot of people, couples and families, were eating dinner even though it was kind of late. The Mysterious Chinese Woman said she was a bit hungry so we ordered a Codfish Cake appetizer. Really good with quite a bite to them. We decided to go back again one day and have a full dinner. The menu has a Jamaican feel to it and the goat looked interesting.

I had ordered a Maker's Mark Manhattan, straight up. Something must have gotten lost in the translation though because I ended up with a healthy slug of Maker's Mark in a small brandy snifter. The bartender looked like he knew what he was doing though, making fancy drinks and pouring out of four bottles at a time. I don't think he heard the Manhattan part, but that was okay, I wasn't going to bother complaining.

Unfortunately I don't remember the name of this bar and restaurant. I took a picture of it with the name but, alas, that isn't helping me now.

We got on the subway and here is where I think my mistake, if you can call it that, occurred. I took a picture on the subway and I think my camera caught someone's attention. I put the camera back in my pocket and as I switched trains at the Atlantic Avenue station someone must have picked my pocket as I walked through. Bummer. I ordered a new camera today and I have a backup so it is really the loss of the pictures that bugs me, and my own carelessness. It is funny because I usually keep my left hand in or touching the pocket where I carry my money and credit cards. I guess I wasn't thinking about the pocket with the camera in it. Whoever got it must have been fairly slick though, I didn't feel a thing and the camera isn't as light as a billfold. What also bugged me is that the Mysterious Chinese Woman had made a neat cover for it out of fabric from an umbrella and that, of course, is gone too. She said she would make me another one though.

Well, that is my sad saga. I had promised Sean that I would post pictures of his party too, so I apologize for not being able to do so. Also, apologies to Danielle, the bartender at Peggy O'neil's who graciously posed for me. A real cutie, too. I had some really cool pictures of the fireworks after the game as well.

I am heading out to the Equally Mysterious Sister's house then heading to Princeton for dinner. We are spending the night and then tomorrow we are going to Lambertville for a champagne brunch to celebrate another sister-in-law's birthday. Her big five-oh, but I don't think I am supposed to mention that.

With a bit of luck I will get her copy of the European pictures and will be able to resume posting about my trip soon.

Both my brother and his daughter, my niece (of course) have started blogs. My brother lives in Brainerd in Northern Minnesota and is heavily into kayaking.

Marty Rambles On

My niece, Katie, is big on adventure camping and that is what she wants to do with her life. She is heading to Alaska where they have a two year graduate program in this field, supposedly the best one in the United States, and probably the world.

The Venture North

My niece, as you can see, sometimes writes on subjects similar to the ones that I cover, namely bars. I have been trying to dissuade her, or at least get her to drink something other than things like Key Lime Coke (Absolut Vanilla, Coke and two lime wedges) White Russians, and Peppermint Schnapps. Not all at the same time though. At least I hope not. She did try an interesting beer, South Shore Herbal Cream Ale.

Octopus For Breakfast

My pictures from Europe, and from the last five years, are crawling back one small pixel at a time. My friend, Mark Winkler, is helping me recover my data. Apparently, although NAS, or Network Addressable Storage, is becoming more popular, data recovery procedures are not yet firmly in place and the devices are not all that forgiving if you make a mistake. Mark will probably be the leader in his ability to do recover lost data.

Lets start with the fact that my 1 million gig Lacie drive is actually two 500,000 gig drives linked by some obscure Liunx program. Your data seems to be distributed between the two drives and, if you do something stupid like I did, you cannot easily recover the data.

But, enough of all that. Mark, who has been doing more work than anyone has a reason to do, is slowly piecing together my lost data. In partial payback I took him out for dinner last night at my now favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant, Queen. No pictures though, we were on a break.

However, I did take home leftovers, and my breakfast this morning was the remains of a most excellent octopus appetizer. Delicious. Tender as could be and served in a flavorful and spicy tomato sauce. You could make a meal of this. I ate half at the restaurant and took this tentacle home for breakfast.

If I Laughed, Would It Come Out My Nose?


Considering some of the Discovery Channel programs I have watched, I am probably eating something that once was smarter than I am. Of course, with me, veal would probably fall into that category.

Going to Coney Island tonight for a Cyclones (Mets farm club) Staten Island Yankees game. I should be posting about it tomorrow, or Monday. Tomorrow I head out to New Jersey so it depends upon when I get up and how early I leave.

Robin Des Bois - Sherwood Cafe

Lacie and Mark are still together so no pictures of Rome. As a last resort I will pick up a copy of them this weekend from the Equally Mysterious Sister. I made a copy on a CD for her.

The Saturday before the Bastille Day celebration in a nearby neighborhood the Mysterious Chinese Woman and I decided to go to a neat French restaurant, Robin Des Bois - Sherwood Cafe. This was the first time I have ever eaten there other than for brunch. I don't know why I haven't gone more often, maybe because it is at 195 Smith Street and I have to walk by Bar Tabac to get there. I will be going back again though, that is for sure.

Although this restaurant isn't far from where I live, it is a bit exclusive. Almost a gated community.

Luckily, I Am An Honorary Neighbor


You know immediately you are in a French neighborhood. In most neighborhoods there are old appliances sitting on the sidewalk.

Foosball, Anyone?


You have to look sharp to find Robin Des Bois - Sherwood Cafe because, despite its long and fancy name, it looks kind of like a second-hand store.

Deceiving Appearances


Looking closely you could see that they were promoting tomorrows Pentaque tournament.

Beach Pentaque


There is a funky bar up front along with some tables for dining. The second-hand store look is carried out throughout the bar area. Kind of a funky look, like you might find in a bistro in Montmarte.

The Bar


It was a nice evening so we decided to head to the patio in back that most of the dinner patrons had also chosen.

Quite The Patio






We picked a table in the back and I ordered a couple of Duvels. Regular readers of this blog will already know all about Duvel. In a nutshell, it is a most excellent Belgian beer. Duvel is Flemish for Devil, and if you drink too many of these you may be paying the Devil in the morning.

Duvel May Care


Quite The Head


Down The Hatch


The menus featured 1950's style pinups, which seemed to fit right in with the rest of the decor.

Beach Party


They have a typical French bistro style menu; mussels, hanger steak, the usual. They do have some interesting specials such as chili-rubbed pork with couscous. I decided to have something typical so settled for the hanger steak.

Nicely Done


It was a good sized piece of meat, much thicker than you usually get. I ordered mine medium rare and that is just the way it came. If I knew the steak was going to be this thick I probably would have opted for medium because hanger steak, by its nature, is a bit tough. This was a very good cut of meat though so it was pleasantly chewy. It was delicious.

It came with green beans and scalloped potatoes. The beans were fresh and crisp and the potatoes were a nice crispy brown on top. A winner all the way around.

The Mysterious Chinese Woman had some kind of a seafood medley and she said hers was very good as well and she would certainly order it again.

A Medley Of Seafood


Robin Des Boise sits right in the middle of a large French community so this place is a lot more authentic than most places in other neighborhoods. Just about all of the help here are French as are a large number of the patrons. Definitely a place to go to, either for a meal or a drink. Just a lot of fun with really good food. And the prices are reasonable as well.