Food & Wine

. . . was similar.  With a twist.

She Who Must Be Obeyed (hereafter referred to as SWMBO) and yours truly spent yesterday afternoon in Orange County.  I needed a new shirt for Kevster's upcoming nuptials, and she, Opium.  (The parfum, of course!)  So we took a leisurely drive down Pacific Coast Highway to Fashion Island mall in Newport Beach.

We stopped at Traditional Jewelers, where SWMBO tried on a mid-sized steel Connie accented in rose gold.

I liked it on her wrist.

I gave her a glance.

"What do you think?", said I, "would you like a modern Omega to go along with your vintages?"

Without hesitating, she said, "I've never cared for rose gold."

She's a keeper, no doubt about it.

;-)

It was mid-afternoon when we walked out; one of those pleasant autumn days when we're reminded why everyone moves to So Cal, and the few that leave do so with regret.  As we turned a corner, Canaletto appeared.

An exceptional Italian restaurant . . . I'd dined there once before, and even though it was a bit early, we decided to have supper.  It was rather quiet, with only a few patrons.  We were shown a table in a room where the windows were partially open, a compromise between outdoor and indoor dining.  And it was empty - just right for us!

We ordered a caprese to share . . .

. . . while for the main course SWMBO selected the salmon . . .

. . . and I the tagliata . . .

. . . comprised of shrimps, scallops, octopus, white beans, and risotto, all prepared in olive oil.

(We shared the Moretti La Rosa . . . yours truly is still barred from imbibing for medical reasons, so I had only a few sips.)

How could such a meal get any better?

Well, take a look at the view from our window.

Yes, a '69 fastback 429 SCJ 'Stang.  Heavily modified and very loud. 

I was in heaven.

So, you may ask, how could our experience possibly improve?

Well, we were wearing vintage Omegas, the Flightmaster . . .

. . . on my wrist, and the jumbo chronometer . . .

. . . on SWMBO's.  Perfect, right?

Wrong!  It gets even better.

Fernando, our waiter, happened to be . . .

. . . a fellow traveler.

 

I'm still walking on air ;-) . . .

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