An astonishingly poor meal today from a very expensive restaurant. One of the only times (perhaps the only time ever?) I sent a dish back. This was at one of the expensive beach resorts so I didn’t have very high expectations of the food, but I was surprised when my fish tacos turned out to have fish that had clearly been fried hours earlier and were in any case tiny shreds that looked like the leftovers from other fish. Quite, quite appalling. Luckily it didn’t take any unpleasantness, which was a relief seeing how I avoid conflict, but it made me quite grumpy and I thought with annoyed longing of the leftover pizza in the fridge.
We came back and read through the hot afternoon, then walked down to our local beach. This is also a public beach and easily accessible by road, so there were a lot of locals there, far far more people than I had seen in any other part of the beach where the resorts block off access. (Also, it was Sunday early evening.) We went for a walk along the beach, then the GF found a place to swim while I found a spot to sit on the beach. A couple of people came up to ask if I was all right but went away again – such a hard, culturally determined interaction and I didn’t know whether to be standoffish (my instinctive response as a Pakistani) or what.
In the evening we watched the second episode of Succession, after the first last night. The GF has already watched at least this season and possibly also the next, but it seems to be shaping up to be a Breaking Bad style phenomenon, so he agreed to rewatch them with me. Like the first few seasons of Breaking Bad, I think I’m going to be absorbed in how unpleasant each character is. At the moment the daughter and her partner are the most foul, but the competition is stiff.
I was interested in the interior of the patriarch’s apartment. It was very bland, somewhere between a hotel suite and a suburban family home. It could be that that is just how the non-Trump super rich of America live, if they don’t care enough even to hire the Lulu Lyttles of the world to do their interiors. It’s not how the Pakistani super rich live, that’s for sure. Or – at least – maybe the very new rich do, actually, the ones who don’t have links to older money and haven’t yet married into taste. Or maybe the show was making a character point.