If you can’t beat them, join them!
No business to conduct this morning so I took a stroll around the city streets. Damn, I could not live here! Cars and horns galore. And being harassed by the prostitutes. Had a hard time getting my steps in, but I sucked it up and got it done. Leaving early in the morning and looking forward to it.
Here’s some photos I took whilst out and about.
This is my favorite hangout, the Cubana bar. I sit at a table with a nice view of the street.
And enjoy frosty cold beverages like this…
…while watching the hookers plying their trade. It was funny, a few minutes after taking this photo the guy at the next table brought the girl in shorts over for a drink/negotiation. Must have been for short time because she was back out there before I left the bar….
Ready for a game of frogger? Naw, better wait for the next signal change, these guys are rarin’ to go, horns ablaze…
It was nice to see my dog is famous here. Even has a restaurant named after him…
I didn’t know Buddha drank?
Trump. Is there anything he can’t do?
Anyway, all my bitching aside, it is an interesting and rather diverse area. Lots of international cuisine, including Korean, Arabian, Turkish, and Spanish restaurants. But I love this place right across the street from my hotel:
The Filling Station Diner. It’s a throwback bar and grill, with a 1950s Americana motif.
And the food is excellent, albeit a little pricey. Yesterday’s club sandwich was one of the best I’ve had in years….
And this morning’s french toast was also outstanding.
The interior decor was a trip down memory lane…
I’ve seen banana splits, but a ’57 Chevy split? That’s a first!
And I took a moment to harmonize with Elvis before heading out.
And I guess I’ll do some more of the same on my last night in the big city.