Mariscos El Veneno

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Etta brought a bottle of white wine and I ordered a Mexican coke at dinner with Pierce.

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To start we split a dozen raw oysters, well shucked, with a plate of lime, red onion – habanero minionette, tostada shells, and complimentary ceviche.

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We got capuzon del mar- octopus, oysters and shrimp in a red chile butter sauce, rich and fiery. Red snapper Nayarit style was the piece de resistance- a whole fish fried golden with big juicy chunks of white flesh pulled away easily drowned in more red chile and complimented by the brightly acidic and scorching habanero minionette.

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For dessert we split two pieces of tres leches cake, one mocha one vanilla, both milky, sugary, and heavenly with just a small bit of fruit.

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After dinner I found out Pierce now drives a motorbike- he zipped off with my girl.

One thought on “Mariscos El Veneno

  1. Patrick Park says:

    Here I am, where I’ve been
    I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
    And my clothes are worn & gritty.
    And I know ugliness,
    Now show me something pretty.
    I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
    And too much weight for walking shoes.
    I could have died from being boring.
    As for loneliness,
    She greets me every morning.

    At the most I’m a glare,
    I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
    I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
    I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

    At the most I’m a glare,
    I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
    I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
    I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

    Here I am, where I’ve been
    I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
    And my clothes are worn & gritty.
    And I know ugliness,
    Now show me something pretty.

    At the most I’m a glare,
    I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
    I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
    I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

    At the most I’m a glare,
    I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
    I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
    I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

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