We Watch (Part Of) The Stupid Bowl

Long-time readers of this blog know that Mrs. C and I dislike American football. It's all about gratuitous violence, brain damage, life-long disabilities, and most of all money, as crass as greed can get. (Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?) Back in the U.S., we always go out to dinner for our own private Stupid Bowl party. If the restaurant is open you get the best table and service. But we're in Costa Rica.

I thought it might be fun to go to one of the big beachfront bar-restaurants here to photograph the scene. It was interesting if unsurprising. We had never seen a Super Bowl half time show so we stayed for that. Now I don't know Lady Gaga from Lady Macbeth but it was kind of sort of mildly fun. Then we returned to our condo. The best part was the moon through the palm trees.             

It's The Annual Stupid Bowl Party!

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Everyone in U.S. and at least one in France (right, Olivier?) knows that the Super Bowl, the American football championship game, was played last night. Mrs. C and I have no interest in football whatever. We consider it to be a violent, crass, marketing spectacle. For at least 25 years, we've always gone out to dinner during the event. It's our own private Stupid Bowl party.

We made a good choice this year, dining at Brasserie By Niche in the Central West End. It's a spin-off of Niche, über-chef Gerard Craft's adventurous leader in the local fine dining scene. The Brasserie is warm, welcoming and a haven for Francophiles. Wonderful, satisfying Gallic country food. The service was very good. There is a broad, reasonably priced, mostly-French wine list. There in no television in the bar showing the game. It's a good value too. We'll be back.

The game is probably winding down as I write this. I don't know the score. Sorry, Olivier, but go Corsairs!

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