So, an evening out in Mahon, or as the signeage will now have it Mao means walking along the harbour (never up in the town itself), and this year using the brand new lift. No more dodging dog and crustie poo and squashed figs down the long ramp leading out by the floating restaurant. Some very impressive gin palaces in the harbour, Some never seem to leave, like 2J's. Some have gone, like Jimmys. Some like El Moldi are rusting trawler hulks clocking up massive mooring fees and now moved off to the other side of the harbour.
Some are super yachts, of Roman Abramovich proportions..(.this is Givi, and is for charter. I don't know how much for. A lot.) Taken from the lift on it's descent. It did make some of the bigger boats in look small. And envious
It's reputedly the second deepest natural harbour in the world, certainly big enough for ferries and cruise ships.
Apart from a sad experiment at Nashville once we always, always eat at Pierro. Not 222 or Dos, Dos, Dos, which is next door. Both employ legions of greeters trying to entice you to eat. Dont. It's annoying. Even if it is Lily Allen or Rodent Girl. More of whom later. No pretence of looking this time, straight there. Now,once I had a chicken dish off Menu del dia that was heavenly. This time we had to ferret out the menu del dia and menu Menorquin which were grudgingly provided. This was before menu del dia curfew of 9pm.
Food? My fish stew was very nice and the water came in a nice powder blue bottle..
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That was probably the highlight of the night, apart from the view.
And the traditional ice cream a bit further down the promenade, and the drive back along the harbour, past the rocket (power station) and back up the hill, to The Final Countdown.. Look at that plume of exhaust from the chimnney adding to the glow of the setting sun
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