While on the road, we are forced to eat out. It has both benefits and drawbacks. The benefit is I don't have to cook.
The drawbacks are that the food is sometimes awful to passable and occasionally good.
Yes, I know you are saying, oh, poor boy.
Well you don't have to suffer as I do.
Last night in Ciudad Obregon, we went to a fairly nice place, not our usual Taco Tico place, we figured a nice quiet place with a bottle of some Spanish wine or maybe some good National wine an appetizer plate and a nice quiet dinner, enjoy a little time with La Senora.
Enter a middle age, no sorry, I am middle aged and she had at least 10 years on me, you know the kind, the one that you see in novellas, the 70 year old, rich mother, poofy gray blue hair, who is probably widowed after nagging the husband into the ground or he got shot for having one too many casa chicas.
Well the party sits down and all you can disern is that she either has not taken a bath or shower in awhile, (she is definitely not French) or needs to for some reason mask any fresh air around her or enjoys sensory deprivation of scent receptors in her nose or just thinks it's fashionable to douse herself with cheap perfume.
Ok, I don't know if it was cheap perfume or not, but it was STRONG.
Kind of overpowered any enjoyment of the dinner we had planned.
The wine tasted like lilac or something like that.
My Arrachera tasted like lilac or something like that
My wife's trout fillet tasted like lilac or something like that.
The doused madam was oblivious to the cloud of gas that surrounded her and her table along with half the dining room.
This is not uncommon of older ladies......
Do they not know how crappy that smells when one dab will do, instead they slop enough scents sufficient enough for all three floors of a New Orleans bordello?
(Not that I would know anything about that, I have just been told about things like that!)
Just my observation.....
We asked to have our dinner continue on the other side of the dining room.
It didn't seem to make that much difference.....our smell receptors were beyond resuscitation.
Next time back to TacoTico.