Chiladas has changed names since we were here last -- it used to be called Bilbo's. Here's what I would write on Yelp, if I was more motivated: the name hasn't made much difference. It was an uneven meal (my tacos were meh, Jessica didn't like her quesadilla but Cheryl said the chile rellano was the best she'd ever had) and the food took forever to come to the table. We were huddled under blankets at one of the tables outside as the place gradually cleared out. Almost seemed like we were the last served. Maybe that's the treatment off-islanders get? The setting has such great potential, it is a shame it doesn't live up to it.
Back at Westwoods, the evening brought that classic glassy calm over the water that makes it hard to believe this is part of the ocean. I stopped by to say hi to Dawn and Rory -- they seem uber-nice. After unpacking and getting settled, we pretty much all collapsed after a full day of travel. The four girls slept upstairs, with two air mattresses complementing the two regular single beds. It is a little tight but the girls seem to be loving it.
Today we spent the full day doing things on the property. Cheryl went for an early run and had a nice conversation with Chris and his wife next door. After power-sleeping and a good pancake and egg breakfast, the girls took turns going out on the little rowboat (no life jackets -- i winged it as lifeguard) and scouting the nearby woods and coastline. They played multiple card games. We all hoofed it up to the ridge and had a good time enjoying the change in scene. Taylor and Fifi read on the deck for awhile. Jessica, Gigi and I played horseshoes -- nobody got killed but it was a close call. We've recently finished dinner, cleaned up and are ready for a classic sunset at The Point. At one point, Jessica asked Cheryl what we are doing on Sunday and Cheryl said "no plans, yet," and Jessica responded "can we just hang out here?" It was a good day.
