I'm not sure who won in the end, as we fled the bus terminal for the burbs in search of lunch. Dedicated, as always, to the pursuit of snacks! This time we tried out Salvador Molly's, a haven of spicy delights from all over the world.
First up, the Great Balls of Fire - these spicy habanero cheese fritters are something of a local eating challenge. They're so hot that you win a tshirt and get your photo on the Wall of Flame if you successfully consume all five of them and all of their toxically spicy sauce. The waiter very sagely advised us to start off with two rather than the full five, since we were Great Balls novices. Now, generally I'm up for an eating challenge (particularly if it involves great volumes of cheese, chocolate or peanut butter), but I'm not really one for very spicy food, and with a night of fun ahead I took one bite of these fiery morsels and hastily bowed out, leaving Paul to soldier on, to brave and tearful effect - by which I mean, he was very tough and manly, but fuck, they were some hot balls. Adam from Man vs Food has a hairier chest than both of us, but to be fair I think he does have a something of a professional advantage!
Fortunately I still had mastery of my taste buds and enjoyed the main course - Barbados Mac Pie for me (how good is it when a great food (mac & cheese) is combined with another great food (pie)? It's great, let me tell you!).
And the Chiles Rellenos Del Norte, with some kind of delicious corn bread, for Paul. It was tasty, but I'm not sure he was able to experience the full effect!
After lunch, we hot-footed it (har har) back towards downtown to try out a completely genius dessert concept store, Pudding on the Rice. This country has a zillion cupcake bakeries, gelato stands and frozen yoghurt shops, and I salute the person who decided that the humble and oft-neglected rice pudding deserved join the world of speciality dessert retail.
Best enjoyed in the park at dusk! Somehow I resisted the siren call of the Peanut Butterfuco and instead went for the Bittersweet Symphony (bittersweet dark chocolate) and the Cinnamon Kane. Twas a superb combo, and very cooling on the digestive tract after Salvador Molly's.
Paul opted for the fruitier route, with Bananarchy Cream Pie and Strawberry Fields Forever. Nom!
We found a window full of Sterlings on our way to the show.
A pre-show tipple, to wash down all that tasty, tasty, burning food.
Waiting for showtime
Margot & Co
They were the support act, so presumably not everyone in the room was familiar with them. At one stage someone called out, "Tell us about yourselves, you hot men!", and the singer, always a little surly, replied, "We're Aerosmith. Thanks for coming early." If you're going to be a cranky artiste, it helps to have a quick comeback!
They played a pretty rock-y set, which I gather is more in the vein of their new stuff, as well as some of their older folky numbers. It's a shame they didn't get to play for longer, but I guess that is the lot of the support act! Since we weren't particularly into the main act, we headed back to the Greyhound once Margot finished, and thus ensued one of the weirder bus rides of our lives - between the raving Tourettes guy and the coked-up twitching girl with the neck tattoos, it seemed like perhaps we hadn't survived the Rapture after all. I'm pleased to report though that we survived, and unlike all the other poor people who were trapped on that bus all the way to San Diego (SAN DIEGO! That is a REALLY long bus ride), we made it home without losing our minds. Now, who wants to become a Pudding on the Rice franchisee with me?
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