Well, I did it again. I invited myself to someone’s house for dinner. Conveniently, this person’s house is a Bed & Breakfast. And their dining room is a restaurant. Finally! I get it right!!!
Really right: this was the best meal we’ve had in Costa Rica. The Pura Vida Hotel is owned by Berni and Nhi (knee). Berni is the man in the photo next to Xavier who is now bald. Sigh. What is it with guys and shaving their heads? The woman next to me is Loretta, a frequent visitor and an instant friend. She was sitting at the table next to us but we couldn’t stop talking so she moved over to sit with us.
Nhi, meanwhile, was in the kitchen working magic. She also gets it really right. From soup to nuts, dinner was superb. The bread was so so good: that heavy warm sourdough you get in really good restaurants. Served with real buddah, of course. Xavier had a lovely merlot. All the glasses were sparkly. The first course was teriyaki chicken wings with an arugula and parsley salad. Delish.
The main course was trout with capers, such a good combo. The trout was fresh and perfectly cooked, very tender. With those skinny green beans… they must have a name besides skinny green beans… and brown rice on the side. Presentation was simple and appealing, dishes were interesting, colorful and not matched – I love that. X says my favorite color is confusing.
Desert was a sweet, chewy coconut bar and a scoop of vanilla ice cream with toasted coconut on top. And fresh El Rey coffee. Which is why I’m typing here at 11:43pm. Normal bedtime was at least an hour ago. Last night, I fell asleep during Boston Legal which should be a crime. Denny Crane and Alan Shore and Shirley Schmidt are ever so interesting and funny. If you are over 50 and not watching Boston Legal, well, you will just have to be arrested.
Coffee also decreases my already itty bitty attention span.
After our scrumptious dinner, Berni, showed us around. It was dark, so we couldn’t see the landscaping, but the grounds are lush and sprawling. The rooms are delightfully appointed, GREAT PILLOWS, fluffy comforters, local art covers the walls. We could be very comfy there. In fact, I was tempted to crawl right in… but I’d had too much coffee.
If I was coming to Costa Rica for a visit, I’d definitely stay at the Pura Vida Hotel with Berni and Nhi. You couldn’t go wrong.