Moorea part one

So we're in this shop on Moorea, and we ask the shop owner to suggest a restaurant for lunch. He takes us, in his car, to his friend John's place. It's small, been there 25 years, and John looks like he probably knew James Michiner as a boy. Dogs are sleeping on the floor of the bar, the signs are for the local Tahitian beer, John sits at a back table smoking cigarettes and drinking Dubonnet and soda. Honest.

This place was not in the tour books. The menu is on two chalkboards, which John dragged over and propped up by the table.

All outward signs pointed to either fabulous or a disaster.

It was fabulous.

Rebecca had a masterful, but simple, mixed green salad. I had broiled mahi with a pineapple, mango, coconut sauce. Whoa baby!

Off the beaten path is the only way to travel.

John's restaurant on Moorea.

The menu propped up next to our table.

Rebecca at our table.