It’s hard pala to find a good restaurant in Palm Desert, Indian Wells, La Quinta. Most are fully booked. Maybe there are hundreds of people spending the week here too.
Imagine, the only available time for a table is at 8:30 pm. Baka makatulog na itong date ko before the appetizer arrives.
My husband has been in a streak of good mood lately and is so open to every thing. Normally he would right away shoot this idea down— dining way past his bedtime. But he unexpectedly said yes!
So here we are at 8 pm, hoping a table for two is available half-hour earlier than our 8:30 call time.
It feels like we are going to attend a party at someone else’s house.
This massive structure is perched on a hill.
I don’t feel entering a restaurant. I feel like we are attending a private party and that we are terribly late. Uwian na ang bisita.
We Filipinos are everywhere. Can you imagine, paakyat kami, merong grupo na kababayan natin, sila naman pababa.
I am not sure if these are real rocks or japeks lang. Edmund thinks japeks lang.
The outdoor dining is full and noisy. It looks cozy.
At 8:30 in the evening we are definitely hungry but our bulates and eye bags are already sleepy.
Every item on the menu looks delicious but I don’t think we should eat heavy.
Mister Yee orders 6 pieces of oysters for me. The oysters are fresh but I prefer Hog Island’s vinaigrette dipping sauce.
There’s a young couple having a dinner date beside our table. Nakita nila yung oysters namin, nanagili, umorder din sila.
For young lovers, this late night dinner is a perfect prelude to something more exciting. But for old people who have been married before the Michelin stars became highly popular, late night dates mean eat faster so you can go back to the hotel soonest, not for some XXX but ZZZ zzzz.
Eto ba ang antok? Meron pang dessert. This vanilla ice cream cake is my midnight snack.
Nagulat ako, wala na palang tao, kami na lang dalawa.
We are the last customers for the night. Good night.
