Gawking at architecture and stopping to smell the roses
really works up an appetite.
I had
originally wanted to eat at Panama 66 when we visited Balboa Park, but it was
closed for the day for a private event. We thought about eating at the Japanese
Tea House, the scenery was charming, but we weren’t feeling noodles. By default,
we meandered into Prado, and in the end we were happy that we did.
Our heads turned in
every direction as we settled into our booth.
There was quirky, eye pleasing artistry everywhere we looked. The
colorful ceiling, the strange antler stand that held blown glass frisbees, even
the lights had an air of deliberate design.
We found ourselves overwhelmed by the menu. Everything sounded so good.
We were greeted by our genuinely friendly waiter who set
dishes of hummus and flat-bread before us.
The hummus and flat-bread were so yummy we had to pace
ourselves so we didn’t inhale it all in the first few minutes.
For my meal, I ordered the Marinated Skirt Steak Panini. Served on a garlic-shallot roll, it contained marinated skirt steak, fried tomatoes, horseradish cheese, field greens, and chimichurri sauce. It probably should have come with a breath mint, but it did come with homemade yucca chips.
The chips were tasty, a little puffier and less greasy than potato chips. As my side dish I got the chorizo-charro beans. They were smoky, a tiny bit spicy, and oh so
good. I probably could have gobbled up
two or three more bowls.
Shannon got the Deliful sandwich. Roasted bison, pastrami, turkey, bacon, pickles, sprouts, tomatoes, whole grain mustard on malted brown bread. It was a lot of meat.
Shannon said it was yummy. His sandwich came with french fries, and he agreed that the beans were delicious.
There is just something delightful about the first- full-
day- in –a- new- place lunch, and the wonder of an entire week stretched out
before you. We took our time eating, no
need to be in a hurry, no place we absolutely had to be. We discussed our itinerary for the next few
days and kept exclaiming things like,
“We’re in California!”
“We’re on our trip!”
“We’re eating lunch in Balboa Park!”
“We don’t have to go to work on Monday!”
Though the desserts were tempting, I had my sights set on a
specific ice cream treat at the ballpark, so with fortified energy, we exited our booth, and continued our wander around Balboa
Park.
If you ever find yourself in Balboa Park, give Prado a
try. It’s a lovely little escape inside
a lovely escape.