a last hurrah

We had dinner out at Wally's last night.  It remains our go-to for when we want to feel a little more special, a little more cared for.  Is there more innovative food elsewhere in the Coachella Valley?  Is there a more hip and youthful setting?  Yes, I admit that is the case.  Wally's is a fine rebuttal in a sense, a place of white table cloths and people dressed a little nicely (sorry for the vanity shot!)

and teams of waitstaff taking care of the tables.  It's old school in its food, but it does old school so so very well.

Van's realtor and dear friend, Jennifer, treated us along with her husband and another friend staying with them at their Palm Springs condo to a meal last night.  It was a last hurrah of sorts - oh sure, we'll come down to the desert and we'll come to Wally's.  But it won't be like it has been, walking the two or so blocks over any time we had the urge.  A little bittersweet.

But we will make a point of visiting again and hope that they haven't forgotten us.  As always, it was the liver for me,

and we shared three souffles, including this raspberry one, for dessert.

By the time this posts this evening, Conrad and I will be back in Pasadena.  I'll be down in the desert again next Friday, and that will be my farewell to all the good times at this Rancho Mirage home.