Here’s how I spent the afternoon recently: posing as a pirate with my friend Tim at the Ventura Harbor.
I don’t love my hat – it looks like something the ladies wore at Queen Elizabeth’s Diamond Jubilee – but I’m rocking the hook and the belt.
Before the picture-taking, four of us went to Brophy’s for lunch at my suggestion. I’d had good meals at the branch in Santa Barbara so I figured the Ventura restaurant would be just as good. Wrong. My friends got their clam chowder at the same time as their entrees, my shrimp was undercooked, and Michael’s fried shrimp platter was bland and the consistency of cardboard.
The moral of the story? Not all Brophy’s are created equal.