My Mom and I went out on Sunday for Father’s day. Since my Dad passed a few years back, we’ve kinda made it into a little family tradition. Usually we go someplace nice because that’s what Mom deserves. This year, I gave her three options to choose from and since she was in the mood for seafood, she picked Fins in Westlake.
Fins – Westlake Blvd. and Townsgate in Westlake Village
I was pretty excited to eat here because I had heard good things. The decor is upscale and the service is professional, if not overly so. We got there on time for our reservation and were sat immediately. Things seemed to be starting off quite nicely.
It has been a long time since I’ve had a waitress put my napkin in my lap for me. I find the practice annoying and was put off when the waitress grabbed my napkin and unceremoniously dropped it in my lap. I was even more annoyed when she did the same thing to my mom. I mean, this is Westlake Village, not Beverly Hills. Here’s my new rule: If jackets aren’t required to dine, don’t touch my damn napkin. Continue reading
I’ve been looking forward to this day for quite a while. The Oxnard Strawberry Festival was just a warm up.
The Simi Valley Cajun Festival is easily the best thing going on in Simi all year. I love spicy food, I love peoplewatching, I love exotic meats served on sticks. Therefore, this is as close as I’m ever going to get to heaven. Plus it’s in Simi.
I’ve been to this festival before, but I never realized it was a music festival. I guess the multiple stages should have tipped me off, but they didn’t. I think what finally did the trick was this guy:
Jimi Hendrix cover bands are awesome!
But for me, it’s always been about the food. I am a fan of all things Cajun: hot links, jambalaya, crawfish, gumbo and after trying it for the first time, gator on a stick. Continue reading
Because I’m a horrible son, I’m going to be out of town this Sunday. Lucky for me, my Mom still manages, somehow, to love me. In fact, she let me take her out for a pre-mother’s day dinner in order to make up for being such a jerk. I decided that I’d better make it a good one, so I decided to go to Westlake’s answer to Mastro’s in Thousand Oaks: The Grill on the Alley.