Tonight we had dinner at The Luggage Room. It's the pizzeria portion of a cafe we like called Le Grande Orange. Both places are housed in a restored 1925 Santa Fe train station. There are still train tracks next to it, but now it's the Del Mar Station for the Metro Gold Line that runs into Los Angeles.
The Luggage Room is called The Luggage Room because it used to be the luggage room. :)
Instead of giving the kids crayons and coloring pages, they give them Wikki Stix, which is kind of fun. :)
Tonight we had the best appetizer: cantelope and honeydew slices (cut thin with a mandoline), drizzled with almond oil, topped with paper-thin shavings of prosciutto, and sprinkled with fresh ground pepper, sea salt, and chopped basil. That sweet melon with that salt, and then the almond oil and basil flavors ... wowzers. Bob and I devoured it in no time flat. I'm going to try it at home some time. I will report back if all goes well. If all does not go well, you may not hear from me. :)
Claire ordered the kid's cheese pizza. She does not like any food even a light brown color on top (when I make toast for her, I put it on the "half" setting and it comes out looking like when it went in), so she was not enamored with the charred edges. Who would be? Not I. But she ate out the middle. :)
Bob and I shared a margherita pizza and an avocado pizza. I haven't tried anything else there because I always want these. :) They are soooooooooo good.
But a lady at a table near us ordered the chopped salad, and that looked pretty good, too.
We had already polished off half of each before I remembered to take any pictures of them. :D
In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him.