It's day-two of detoxing in Los Angeles. Eileen woke me up at 10 a.m. with the suggestion to go on a hike with her big cartoon dog. The great thing about exercising in the morning is that you don't have to start with a shower. So I smeared lots of sunscreen on my face and limbs, plopped on the straw cowboy hat that I bought in Malta three years ago and strapped on some rugged sandals to meet Eileen and George. After our two-mile walk in Elysian Park, which has recently been haunted by a male flasher, we went to eat at Dusty's on Sunset Boulevard, which had outdoor seating where George can lounge on the sidewalk while we nibble on raisin bread with orange marmalade and strawberry jam.
Eileen ordered a croissant stuffed with a spinach omelette and fresh fruit, including a miniature banana, starfruit and kiwi. On my first two visits to Dusty's, I couldn't snap such good pictures on my cell phone camera because of inadequate lighting from the candles during the dinner service. So one sure way to get around the ghetto photojournalism was to return during the day for lunch. What pretty plating!
The server informed us that the cook recently added salade nicoise to the lunch menu. The difference was that she substituted seared ahi tuna for canned tuna and quail eggs for chicken eggs. I had to try it. I would have preferred if the kalamata olives were pitted. Yet, since I live a charmed life, I can do with a little suffering once in a while.
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