Hubster and I went out on the town last weekend.
Ditching the kids and teetering in sky-high heels, we headed out to an adult's only dinner in Tegucigalpa.
Yay!
I would show you a photo of how handsome we were, but I don't want anyone getting jealous.
(Or maybe the pics turned out super fuzzy and bad because of the low-lighting, whatever!)
The restuarant served Peruvian food.
And while Hubster has a great working knowledge of the Spanish language, he has a total of zero knowledge of a Peruvian menu.
Neither did the hondurenos or norteamericanos sitting with us.
What to do, what to do....
GOOGLE IT!
Did I mention how CLASSY we all were? No? Anyway....
I ordered myself a starter that I did NOT have to google, a rum & coke, referred to here in Honduras as a Cuba Libre.
Around here, Cuba Libres are served Do-It-Yourself Style.
(Just ignore all that water back there, that's for somebody else!)
Why don't they mix it all together for you?
I'm not really sure.
But I'm guessing it is because, by serving it this way, nobody can claim that the bar stiffed you on your liquor.
And yes, I was THAT woman in a restuarant so fancy they made us sit in the dark, taking a photo of her drink with the flash on.
CL-LASS-AY!
(Maybe I would have better manners if Hubster took me to nice restuarants more often.)
After that, Hubby made me put my phone down. Then the Air Force guy across the table (and former Marine) put a heavy glass candleholder on top of it.
So that was the end of my picture-taking.
Which is too bad, because the ceviche and garlic shrimp we ordered looked almost as delicious as they tasted!
But, then again, you can just google it.
