On the beach, the day started out in a haze that obscured the horizon and cut off the top of the big hotels. Later the fog cleared, or rather the sun poked out through holes and made it hot enough that jumping into the ice water became a welcome diversion. A couple next to us was sitting under a tent with the flag of Croatia on top; it turned out one of them worked for the embassy, and they gave me strawberries for lunch.
Since it was the night before our wedding anniversary, we decided it would be apropos to have tapas for dinner. We were prepared to be disappointed, of course; Rehoboth may be wealthy and fabulous but it’s still an American small town at its heart. The best dishes we tried were not the more traditional tapas, like patatas bravas or shellfish in tomato sauce, but variations on what you’d expect to find in a small town, like spinach gnocchi, or sliders with red bell peppers on top of the meat. Their platter of ham included slices of pita bread for no particular reason; all the more the shame because their basket of home-baked bread was very good.
(Photo: Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.)
365 Days of Food 