Took the wife out for an early Valentine's Day dinner. It was a hip new place in Dana Point. Nice ambiance, decent food, and sexy sax man playing. We shared several small plates including garlic bread, caesar salad, filet, ahi tartar, and a pasta. Oh, and several martinis. I'd go back.
So, I must be some kind of glutton for punishment, whatever a glutton is. Driving home after dinner, we decided to make an impromptu stop at the Jacque in Ze Box, and partake of another shake....the Bacon Shake. Salty smokey and sweet. It was intriguing, yet repulsive. An abomination, yet addicting. In the end, it left me rather confused. It was no chicken and waffles. I guess, there are some things that aren't better with bacon. Who knew? - my tummy that's who.
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