A favorite little bistro right on the beach. The weather was perfect–a little cool, but not bad for January.
In summer, the place would be packed out. It was nice to sit and watch gentle waves. Yellow warning flags were out, which meant there could be dangerous conditions for swimmers.
Two guys at the table behind us kibitzed with the waitress. They may have been winter visitors from Iowa. There were more cars with Iowa license plates, than from any other state.
“Would you like some banana puddin’?” She asked.
“I like the way you said that,” Guy, #1 replied with a laugh.
“I said it that way, so you’d buy some banana pudding,” The waitress had them wrapped around her little finger.
As the waitress brought the check to guy #2, he paid and answered–“Thanks Puddin.”
A sat down at the table in front of us. Another waitress brought menus and took their drink order. She was obviously cold. Temperatures were in the low sixties. It felt cooler in the shade, warmer where the sun shone in. Iowa folks were a sturdy lot.
It was such a peaceful setting–not far from home. Why didn’t we come here more often?