There were massive rains this morning, resulting in some flooding on the streets, making driving on some of the back roads somewhat challenging. Our pool was filled to almost overflowing. But it was still warm outside and rather soothing actually...but definitely not a beach day. Instead we drove to Alhambra Casino and tried our luck at the slots. We found our favorite machine, and walked out a few hours later $65 richer. Not bad for penny slots. I was surprised they even offered free drinks. Alas, it was too early to take advantage of that.
My husband had forgotten his sunglasses at home, so we stopped in at Palm Beach Mall. Lunchtime was our first (and hopefully last) blunder. We were hungry and didn't want to drive around. Since Taste of Belgium was in the mall and convenient we stopped in. Possibly the worst restaurant meal I've had. I don't know how they stay in business. I won't go into detail here, but did write them up on Trip Advisor.
Ironically, our dinner the very same day was the BEST restaurant meal we've ever had. And a fantastic little treat at the end too. I had made reservations at Madame Janette's a month ago online. Some comments had indicated it was out of the way and hard to find. Amazingly it was 5 minutes from our villa. The food, the service, the music were all fantastic.
We opted for the goulash soup and pork schnitzel and washed it down with authentic German beer. The garlic bread and scalloped potatoes were so delicious. Everything was seasoned perfectly. The schnitzel was so enormous it covered the entire dinner plate, just like in Austria.
I mentioned to our server he should tell the chef it was just like my hometown in Austria. He told me the chef was from Austria too! As we were leaving he came out of the kitchen to meet us. We had a fun conversation and reminisced about Austria. He asked if we'd had dessert, Kaiserschmarren, typical to my hometown region. My mother always used to make it. we declined, saying we couldn't eat another bite. In fact, we had 2/3 of our dinner in a doggy bag. We made our goodbyes, stopped at the front desk to make another reservation for Friday and went to our car. Just as we were leaving we saw our Chef, Boris, running toward our car with a bag in his hand. I rolled down the window and he gave me the bag, saying he wanted us to have the special dessert of the day, Kaiserschmarren. I will never forget that as long as I live.
Much later that evening we tasted the dessert and it brought back memories as well as tears to my eyes, remembering my mother. God bless you, Boris, for that very special moment.