Foodie's Frolic

July 9

Well, these two days would have to be described as a "Foodies' Frolic", while the oldest city in the US is certainly picturesque and thus a great place to walk and read placards of glory days. The weather was overcast at best with intermittent storms which Ryan kept an eye on via Android radar, it seems as though he is fearful of melting. Thanks to his diligence to this task we did not encounter  "nar a drop" and he remains intact.
The next boy scout survival technique was to ensure we had reservations for dinner at Columbia's at 7pm ( Spanish restaurant begun in 1905 that I referred to yesterday) We made it for our reservations but after meeting the 16 year old veteran bartender Michelle, a chat with the blue-eyed Frenchman named Sean ,a Mojito for me and Makers' for Fatboy we stayed at he bar for dinner. we are bar people afterall.... Now, while food may not be your thing this meal was definitely in the top 10 for me. A 1905 salad with hot, fresh cuban bread, and mussels in a fresh tomato wine marinara. MWAH!!! Ryan had the steak, he says it was wonderful of this topic I have no opinion though the flaming Bourbon sauce was entertaining and impressive Alas, one Mojito could never suffice so I had the house White Sangria made to order with Cristillano Cava, Torres Brandy and Orange Liqueur and I went for the pitcher-ful and a pitcher to take home though not full. Yes, there was room for espresso and Bread pudding with a vanilla rum sauce.. I will return though no reservations needed-the bar is open.
We had a lovely conversation with a Cuban couple and shared "pup pics" as we are both enamored by canines. Though she dresses her for the holidays something I would never do...yeah right!
Upon arriving back to our lodgings for the evening my concern for Bella's happiness in our absence was useless fodder. She had a lovely 3-4 course meal of telephone cords, hair clips, and plastic water bowl.  So glad Ryan's pistol was in the truck because upon opening the door she sat in the rolling leather desk chair with ears and eyes at attention and possibly a smirk.  I should worry less, she is capable of entertaining herself. The best part of the the story is I recommended crating her. So the sad part is not much "pisser" could be revealed as it was his choice. Prior to leaving the next morning was about disposing of evidence and repairing the phone system, I graciously allowed the man to handle this while I rewarded the "dogger" with one last romp in the Oldest City in the USA and packed to make ready for our return to St Mary's.
Phone operable, truck loaded.... time for Brunch at Cap's an old Florida Fish Camp style restaurant for a meal meant for the gods "Champagne and Appalachicola, FL Raw Oysters.( As a side note, Appalachicola, was where I conceived my very own Boogar)
Now,  we ferry across the St. John's River closer still to our current abode St. Mary's. Ryan has found a Florida. Game warden in which to chat....