A Boozy Luncheon

Mistah and I have a standing date: Lunch, when we both have the rare Monday off, in the winter.

A boozy luncheon.

It's a civilized tradition.

Half the fun is the getting there . . .

. . . driving around this time of year is sparkly and bright . . .

. . . it's not summer, but hey! Whatayagonna do?

Well, what you're gonna do, is go to the Dog Watch Cafe, in the depth of winter . . .

. . . and find a full house of other luncheon-loving-friends . . .

(including real-life, luncheon-loving friends)

. . . looking right out on the water.

And the first thing Mistah and I do, every time?

Why, we order a dozen oysters . . .

. . . of course we do.

Mmmmmmm, oysters.

And . . . 

. . . killed 'em!

Man, those were some righteous oysters.

Next course . . . 

. . . for Mistah Schleckah at least, the soup course. Lobster bisque. Neither Mistah nor his Mumsie can pass up lobster bisque.

And then, salads.

Oh dear. We plumb forgot to take photos of our salads.

No worries though, our entrees were on their merry way . . .

Mussels for me . . .

. . . and lobster ravioli, with broccoli and shrimp, for Mistah.

We had it all . . .

. . . an afternoon off, the world's most awesome Lisa bartender . . .

. . . good friends, great food, a fabulous venue . . .

. . . oh, it was a Boozy Luncheon for the Ages.