Embellished Tales of An American Consumer
© 2007 by J J Botta. All rights reserved
If the Romans had discovered Key West, they would still be there. It is America’s chill out zone. I frequent the Keys for seafood, restaurants, fishing, seafood, aqua water, seafood, pubs, and seafood. It is no surprise that visitors often return home craving the same food, drink, and atmosphere when they arrive. Fortunately, living in St. Augustine affords me much of the same. It is a laid back town, with an Old City smaller than that of Key West, but enjoying the same charm. Unfortunately, it is a trek from one end of Florida to the other, forcing visitors to stop for food and refreshments along the way.
On one such occasion, my wife and I got an early jump on our return journey home from mile marker #1. We were making the trip in a single day, which is about a nine hour drive with a couple of stops. Since we left early, we opted not to eat lunch, having already passed on breakfast. It was about 4:00 pm when we arrived in Daytona Beach, and we were ravenous. I could not stop thinking of the clam strips I ate the day before at a terrific spot on the beach at the southernmost point in the USA. They were fresh and juicy, the real melt-in-your mouth kind. No one on the planet eats dinner at four, but growling stomachs compelled our decision to give it a go.