Wasting Time With Terrible Tapas and Aunt Alice
We wish we had found Alice “You mean you don’t have a custom-made, wood-burning-oven in your home?” Waters’ talk at the Black Mountain Institute interesting and inspiring.
But instead, we were treated to chestnuts like: “All children want is to be told they are loved…” and “If only I could’ve revealed to Bill Clinton the beauty of a single ripe peach!” (insert joke here)
Listening to someone so firmly wrapped in her Berkeley bubble that the real world never intrudes just made us hungry and wishful for a good meal.
So we wished we would’ve found the tapas at Firefly afterward at least slightly above average.
But they were a little bit below that (except for the merguez sausages); all of the bread was terribly stale, and the baked tilapia was stricken with such a strange, bathroom-chemical, freezer-burn smell that we declared it inedible and they had to remove it from the bill.
Our meal of four tapas and hot tea at Firefly came to $28 + a $6 tip, and we should’ve stayed in bed.