One of the great local hangouts in Santa Barbara is Brophy’s at the harbor.
Sometimes waterfront restaurants/bars have beautiful scenery and horrible food. Not Brophy’s. The seafood comes right off the boats and is cooked simply but expertly. Michael and I both had the grilled swordfish topped with guacamole and accompanied by coleslaw and fries.
(He doesn’t look very happy in the picture, but he cleaned his plate, trust me.)
After dinner, we went home and turned on the TV. Piers Morgan was interviewing Gregg Allman, whose music we’ve loved for a long time. Apparently, Gregg has a book out.
I’m not a fan of Piers Morgan, but Gregg made me feel sorry for him. It’s really hard to interview someone who answers every question with a pause, followed by a monosyllable, followed by another pause. I get that Gregg has had a liver transplant and the ravages of time and drugs have taken their toll, but he sounded like a character from “Deliverance.” And when he announced that he was getting married for the seventh time – to the young woman standing just off the set (a young woman who didn’t look old enough to drive a car) – I just sighed. What I really wanted to hear about was his marriage to Cher. Oh well.