Monthly Archives: July 2015

Well, I wish I had a picture of the donuts David bought us this morning: raspberry cream, cinnamon, bourbon-bacon, blackberry, peach – hand made at an artisan bakery nearby.  I believe David posted them somewhere (Facebook? Instagram?).  We packed up our things, took our last pictures and said goodbye to our third-story balcony and set out for home.

A new experience for some of us for lunch – I can’t remember the name of the restaurant, but it’s across from The Moorings in Islamarada.  No, not the Fish Company, but next door.  We loved our salads.  Then, just for fun, we drove into The Moorings for a look around.

Dining on the sand, Upper Keys

Just before we moved inside – yes, too hot outside, even in the shade.

Good salads!

Sunday morning church for David and the Dentons, after which we walked to the White Tarpin bar for lunch on the wharf. Wandering and relaxing out of the heat in the afternoon (chatting, playing computer games, reading, looking for dinner restaurants and napping, variously).  We had an excellent dinner at The Commodore, yellow tail in a cream sauce, salmon with hollandaise, prime rib, shrimp scampi, all rich with butter and cream – oh my. Our table overlooked the marina – a fine way to top off our trip. Nancy, Bonell and David stopped on the way home for ice cream.

You can belly up to this bar at BO’s Fish Market from right on the sidewalk.

Key West church (not the church they went to)

Nancy took this picture of David on the way home from church.

Lunch at the White Tarpin Spirits bar

Lots of abandoned bikes become works of art here.

This rooster is getting to know us. He lives in a parking lot behind BO’s Fish Market.

Look in the attic window.

Dinner at the Commodore

Dinner at the Commodore

At the Commodore

At the Commodore

On the wharf after dinner

David’s picture of St. Paul’s at night. This is the church they attended this morning.

Serious lounging again in the morning, then we walked to Alonzo’s for lunch (excellent, by the way, and very good service). We figured out the recipe for granny smith coleslaw: a small bag of coleslaw mix, chopped granny smith apples sprinkled with lemon juice to keep them from turning brown, and some celery seed dressing – yummy!) We each went our separate ways after lunch, which included rum-tasting at a distillery for some, naps for others. Whoa, was it hot though. Thank God for a/c and the pool.  Manga Manga for dinner, then David, Joyce and I walked a few blocks for more frozen custard. Okay, we’ll resume dieting later.

Dog o’ the band, hot afternoon in Key West

Key West house (or church?)

Key West is shifting from bicycles to mopeds. Park your bicycle for too long and it becomes decoration – as so many things in Key West.

Pretty porch pots

Just after lunch at Alonzo’s

Stepping out, Joyce wears her new T.

Key West Rum Distillery Signage

We lounge on our third-story porch with coffee and banana bread in the (relative) cool of the morning, waiting for Nancy and Bonell to arrive.  David swims with his friends while the rest of us wander Duval Street and stop for lunch at Caroline’s Cafe.  Oh, it’s hot, but we walk along the waterfront boardwalk making note of even more places to eat (we have our priorities straight), briefly consider renting bikes (probably not such a good idea for some of us), do some shopping to cool off from time to time, stop for a frozen custard – oh the best! – and revive in the cool air of our Key West home. Then the hovering clouds let loose and rain – hard!

After the rain, well, it might just be time to eat again. Dinner is conch chowder, and okay, a bucket or two of rib bones and a plate of nachos, at Turtle Kraal on the Caroline Street wharf where we are promised turtle races at 7.  So at 8, since there are no turtles (we are actually told they are “stuck in traffic”) we leave – Joyce and I to watch the sunset from the wharf and Bonell, Nancy and David to Mallory Square hoping for cats doing tricks and other excitement.  Joyce and I find excitement of a different kind, the two silly English gentlemen who very kindly returned my purse – yes I did leave my purse on a pier bench – and then attempted to stick like glue for about two minutes (we are old and made of Teflon – you don’t fool with us). However they are my heroes for returning my purse complete with money, credit cards and EVERYTHING! I took their picture, but Joyce forbids me to post it. Joyce can be stern.

Lunch at Caroline’s Cafe

Oh well, you know, Key West

Our Key West home

Sunset from the Caroline Street Wharf

The Western Union – or was that FedEx?

Lazy morning on our porch. Joyce (with David’s knees)

Conch chowder at Turtle Kraal

Walking home

After the rain

Key West skies over the waterfront

Turtle race track, waiting in vain for turtles.

We stop at No Name Pub on Big Pine Key, a favorite of Bonell’s, for lunch, and eat fish under all the money hung from the walls and ceiling. Nancy and Bonell have a dollar bill hanging there in honor of their two mothers and their 50th anniversary. We eat so much we can’t have dinner later!  After we arrive at Island City House, we walk to the grocer and pick up cheeses, sausages and other snacks, which more than make up for any canceled dinner plans.  Sunset from the 4th floor roof!

We arrive home.

David and Robin, No Name Pub

Bonell and Joyce, No Name Pub