Last night we enjoyed dinner on the beach between our hotel and Peter’s as the sun set in front of us. The most prominent sign as you walk by the restaurant is in neon and says Fresh Fish. We assumed that to be its name until the waiter arrived wearing a shirt with the name Hadicurare. Makes you wonder why they don’t serve Fugu.

Matt ordered Filet Mignon with pepper cognac sauce, I had edge seared Tuna Takati and Peter grouper with key lime pie for dessert. Diane rested back at the Marriott so she’d be ready for the two hour plus showing of Iron Man. Three of us liked the movie, one of us thought the Globe’s Ty Burr might’a  oversold it.

The sun again set below a band of clouds.