mariscos

so my chilean mom, patricia, was really craving some locos, which as far as they could explain to me is seafood. like a shrimp, but not, is what david added. so they decided to go out for lunch (the first time in three weeks that i've eaten out with them) and we ended up across the city at a seafood restaurant called ocean pacific's. i knew i'd feel at home at any seafood restaurant, but i couldn't have imagined the greatness of this one-- it was like souvenir city in restaurant form! we walked in and everything- the walls, floors, ceilings, tables- was covered in tacky shells, fake fish, mermaids and pirates. and to top it all off, everything was for sale. seashell crusted mirrors, hanging shell lamps, mounted fish (i didn't even attempt explaining a white marlin or the tournament). patricia got her locos, which was really similar to eating conch (so, not exactly shrimp like after all). i ate calamari, and we listened to what could only be described as a mix of music from disneyworld and the best of the 60s and 70s. the whole time i was enchanted that my favorite store had been turned into the kitch-iest restaurant ever.
que rico!