Florida Misconceptions
A Dallas friend, Justin, was in town for business and I felt it was my duty to show him a proper meal after days of conference food. He requested somewhere scenic, probably thinking that would be easier to come by than it actually is.
So that takes me to Florida Misconception #1: cities on the water have lots of waterfront restaurants. I could only think of two (off the top of my head) that had outdoor seating, Hula Bay and Rick’s on the River. Hula Bay was the obvious winner. I was later reminded of Jackson’s, but I think given the option, I still would have chosen Hula Bay.
Derailing for a moment to discuss Florida Misconception #2… Earlier this week, Chrissie mentioned her sister had an interest in flying from Southern California to visit Key West. I asked “Really? Has she ever been??”. The answer was neither of them had been and she was SHOCKED when I informed her that Key West is bar-full, but oh so beach-less. Florida has a gazillion beautiful beaches, none of which are located in Key West!
And back to the meal. I hadn’t eaten at Hula Bay in a while, it’s kind of far and the first five times you drive there, you’ll feel like you’ve taken a wrong turn. It’s that far. It’s the BFE of Tampa proper.
But after this meal, it’s back on my radar. I sampled some of Justin’s ceviche, partly because I was starving, but mostly because I’m having a difficult time resisting fresh seafood as summer approaches. I don’t see myself being a full on seafood eater again, but being flexible does make the lives of my loved ones a little less annoying when dining out.
And that brings me to my meal. I saw that they offered grilled portobellos as a side and asked if I could substitute beef for shroom and create my own “burger”. So glad they said yes! My grilled portobello and pineapple burger with citrus BBQ sauce was divine. I ate the whole thing and all I can think about as I write is how soon I can head back out there and order another.
Awesomest, Make It A Word
Sunday was especially great, and I’m about to tell you why. As I was drifting off to sleep at an obscenely early hour on Saturday night, my friend Lindsey shot me a text asking what I was up to that evening. In order to offset the embarrassment of being fully bed clothed and under covers before 9 PM, I suggested we hit the beach on Sunday for a walk.
I had also suggested we try one of the raw restaurants in St. Pete for lunch, but I understood the lack of appeal to a starving non-veggie. When Lindsey mentioned that her boyfriend, Dave, wanted to try a Vietnamese sandwich shop, my day took a turn from good to better. He ordered the Vietnamese specialty, she ordered the grilled pork, and I ordered the tofoagie. They all came loaded with pickled carrots, diakon, cucumber, fresh jalapeno, and cilantro. We mounged the simple, but amazing, sandwiches to the tune of Dave’s yummy noises. We joked about ordering seconds. We didn’t.
Then Lindsey and I hit the beach.
This was the first (of many) deceased horseshoe crabs and HUGE mollusks we’d come across during our adventure. It was sad… But the artful sand humor that someone graciously left behind lightened the mood.
We had a, presumably Canadian, tourist take our picture. Notice the short sleeves and exposed ankles? Beach season is around the corner kids!
We parted ways and I met Jennie for free yoga in the park, she’s addicted too! After yoga, I headed to Cafe Hey, solo, for the best vegan dinner in town. I ordered the daily grain salad (quinoa with apples, spinach, walnuts, and pinto beans) and the soup of the day (catalina vegetable with tomatoes, chick peas, onions, and black olives).
My day started off good, quickly went to better, jumped to amazing, and skyrocketed to…? The awesome-est day ever. I’d like to propose that awesomest become a word. How does one do that?