We went on down to the Boardwalk, which was almost crowded. Why not, it's a lovely Spring day, nice and warm, and places are opening up for business. We went beyond where the buildings are lined up, trying to figure out exactly where Poodle Beach (the gay stretch) is located, but everyone was blending in with everyone else, very Rehoboth.
There were lots of dogs with their owners, or are they called the owned? Two lovely brindle Great Danes named Duchess and Lacy greeted us, as did a long-haired Collie named Baxter, with one of the waggingest tails I've ever seen. Der Brucer's face was well washed today.
Most of the restaurants in town are open now, at least for part of the week. We found a Japanese restaurant that der Brucer thought he might be willing to try called the Cultured Pearl, and a place called the Ram's Head Tavern that had a sign in the window specifying that they do not have a children's menu (so take a hint, folks). Eventually, we made it back to the car, with der B. admitting that he was in the mood to try the Mexican restaurant over on Highway One.
And that's why we're stuffed and sated. Los Tolteca has good, authentic Mexican food...well, really TexMex, but much better flavored than the other joint we've tried in town. The margaritas tasted of fresh lime juice, not Rose's. The spices in the meats had been allowed to simmer and blend, not dumped in and given a quick stir. Tortillas tasted of corn, salsas tasted of tomatoes, chilis and cilantro. The rice was right! (and that means something, because der Brucer is picky about rice).
I'm in the mood to just lie down and take a siesta, even if the sun has already gone down. What the heck, a siesta it is!