In my field, you spend your workdays with Warren Buffett.
But I’m pleased to say that last weekend, the lovely L and I escaped to the land of Jimmy Buffett … and Ernest Hemingway … and Harry S. Truman … and Tennessee Williams — that is, Key West.
Pictured is an honest-to-goodness piece of key lime pie on Texas toast with berry compote from Azur.
Not pictured is the “key lime food baby” that is very happy from the other goodies we ingested …. the world’s best key lime pie at Blond Giraffe … key lime hollandaise over a lobster (with lobster bacon!) omelet at Blue Heaven …. key limeade at Mallory Square … and other such non-key-lime noms as hogfish and steak at Pisces, a Cuban sandwich at, well, some Cuban place … coconut milk straight from the coconut at Cuban Coffee Queen … and whatever the hell else we had in between.
Oh, and Sloppy Joe’s. Best bar EVER. With ’80s music. Like Bon Jovi. Plus, frozen mango mojitos. Need I say more?
The trip was more than a foodie’s delight, what with the ghost tour, the trolley tour and the shopping. And Baby’s Coffee. But wow, what a weekend.
Can’t wait for the next time we hit the Keys … Islamorada, here we come!!!