Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
So the specialist I have to see is in Saint Augustine. LOVE this town. However, the drive? Not so much. what -should have- been a 3 hour +/- drive was a 5 and a half hour mess. Wifey was helpful, massaging my neck and putting up with my shit. The major issue, besides the ‘too many ants on the anthill issue’, was the rain. Torrential downpour. Had to drive like an old(er) man… s-l-o-w-l-y. Remember folks, it ain’t the one you see, it’s the other motherfucker you don’t see down here that’s the danger.
Saint A is like one of the oldest settlements in the New World. The fort, seen above, last time we were here we weren’t able to get into it, ‘cos the DotGov shut it down because of the Koof. Now? Not sure. We’re here on biddness, so my tourist thing is going to be limited to some really good tacos at a local place we had recommended to us by FedBro back when he was still talking to me.
The other must-do-again is the Crème de la Cocoa…
Wifey insisted. I -was- ambivalent. WAS being the key operative word..
Seems this place has been on Food Network, and won a shit-ton of awards.
I now have full blown Diabeetus again.
The gluten free chocolate no-flour stuffed with Mocha Creme cookie…. OMFG…The place is packed with death by chocolate stuffs. Thank god I’m broke. This’s a place that will kill you by sugar and OMFG.
More Later, I Remain The Intrepid Reporter