First, the bad news: I didn't make it to Calle Ocho, or to Mosaico, or even to Joe's. The Murphy's Law of family visits is that no matter how much of a food nerd you are, you'll never eat at the fabulous restaurants in any town where your family lives.
Which is fine. I had my arepa, I had a tasty shrimp salad at a dockside spot in Aventura, and we had lots of cheesy fun at The Melting Pot in West Alligatorville (ok, outer Kendall). Sometimes it's nice to take a break from the la-la food scene, or even the chowhound scene, for that matter. We did share a terrific caramel apple from this spot at the Broward County Fair. But poor Broward County. It's a sorry day when your county's ag fair doesn't have enough actual agriculture left to fill a party tent. Just a bunch of sad rabbits and some agitated chickens.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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That reminds me of the Friendly Farm in dear ole' Dublin. Bunches of bad-smelling chickens and goats and a couple of tired-looking sheep and horses. The animals were friendly because I think they were half in the grave.
Broward county = not much. For the real action, ya gotta go to Palm Beach County!
Agreed! My family has their favorites and we rarely never new places that interest me when I'm in town...that's so funny. I'm not the only one who feels this way. It even happens when my parents come and visit me. We always stick to my Dad's picks in midtown.
WOW. I thought that was only the law with MY family! Im so glad its universal.
Great post, as always!
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