Christmas in Florida

 We are in Florida for "Christmas."  

Here's the requisite beach photo as proof. 

No.  It was not sunny much of the day.  And I wish I could find the wind icon from the Weather Channel app to indicate to you how windy it was.  It was WINDY!  Like 20-30 mph gusts.  Not a great beach day.

To back track, and to get to what you are all wanting, food porn! we all arrived at Tampa airport yesterday afternoon around 4.  The Kid was last in, but by the time we had the rental car and a Starbucks (plug in hopes of $$$) he didn't even have to wait.

By the time we got to Siesta Key, it was dinner time.  ON the way places were discussed and we ended up at the Siesta Key Summer Something...which got either 4.7 or 7.5 stars, depending upon the moment's reading. :). It was identified as "steak and seafood." 

The funny thing is they had valet parking; they had spaces out front cordoned off with cones; so we pulled up behind the car in line to the valet station; the guy in front of us had a chat with the guy working the station and he took his car...about 100 feet, parked it, and brought him back the keys!!!  The worker (a young man of say 25) told me that the restaurant was closing at 8 (it was before 7) and just wanted to let us know.  He wanted $5 and the Kid gave it to him and he drove around the circle in the parking lot and passed us and parked across the street and brought me back the keys. !!!  It seemed like a scam to give the guy a Lincoln, but whatever. 

Dinner was excellent.  I go with the pictures of the more exotic of the dishes -- Ian had the scallops, which were on both risotto and fettucine with crystallized prosciutto and candied caviar. 

EH had the blackened grouper.  

We passed on dessert, as they seemed to be closing, everyone was full, and other considerations. :)

[you, dear faithful reader, are spared here the lengthy discussion of the charcuterie board and its one ingredient -- what the server called "fig cake" 🤮 and which I labelled fruit cake and rifted on that, to no one's amusement, all through dinner (they didn't take it away)...leading to getting the Kid to make the joke for me at some point, which had everyone cracking up]

Home to the airbnb, which the Kid said was "two minutes" from the restaurant.  He timed it to one minute, forty seconds.  It has 3 "bedrooms" (one is a glorified porch) and two bathrooms (the newer, smaller one, off the kitchen was described as "smaller than the closet Harry Potter had to live in at the Wursleys")...and, in another funny part -- it has a motion sensitive light.  Which turns out too quickly.  Insert bowels moving joke here. 

We played euchre till bedtime, with the Kid maintaining supremacy from the last trip, though the last game went to 9-9.  😢

We got around and went to eat.  Breakfast is less than two minutes away, at Another Broken Egg, which might or might not be a chain.  RR and I had eaten there several times when we were here two years ago and it didn't disappoint.  The Kid went for the Lobster Hash Brown Benedict...

Again, the other child, EH, had something exotic (we all kind of did), which was the smoked salmon bennie, which came, to her surprise, without Hollandaise sauce.  Who knew?

Went to the beach and now are getting ready for dinner.  

Heard from the pool area (yes, the house has a pool) that the Kid and I are in charge of picking dinner the next two nights as RR and EH picked last night and Friday night (I think you'd say the place is Asian...sushi...bao?).  It was said "that means either pasta or Mexican"!  What?!!?!?  Like either of those would be a bad thing?!?!?!

Till tomorrow.  There will be more food porn.