85 and sunny with a nice little breeze. My pale forehead got a little toasty on our walk.
Just kidding. This was on the way to Joe's Stone Crab for dinner. It was recommended by a lot of people but I was kind skeptical that it was a tourist trap. It was not. So good, worth the 1 1/2 wait. I didn't take a single picture because it was that good. Go there.
The next night we ate at The Bazaar. Ohhh Myyyy Goodddnessss. It is fancy expensive delicious tapas. If you like fancy delicious pricey food, go here. This is a cocktail made with dry ice at your table, obviously. I won't bore you with food pictures, but I did take them, and would order it all over again.
S'Mores dessert 'bite.' We look a little older and tired here, but we aren't, not at all.
While we were out, these dudes also grubbed. Chic-fil-a, twice. Dreamy.
And because this is too funny. Rasheed Wallace was on our flight home. Charlie was wearing his Sheed shirt 'Ball Don't Lie.' I wanted a picture bad, but this had to do. He seemed as friendly as you would imagine.