5:26 p.m. – Back at the Lizard after a very relaxing day. Got in a little early a.m. SportsCenter. Got in some sun on the pier. Got some hammock time and some reading in on Mara’s dock. Got some pick-up basketball (and a makeshift clinic) in. Got some napping in. And now I’m back on the horse.
Nothing terribly exciting happened today – and it’s exactly as planned.
There’s a newly married couple here taking sunset photos (awwww, sweet). There’s also some topless woman frolicking in the water (ummmm, not as sweet). Put the top back on, toots.
6:31 p.m. – Met a very nice couple from Montana – originally from the greater Milwaukee metropolitan area. Shared a few stories, most of which eminated from Water Street. Go figure.
6:50 p.m. – Bye bye sun, hello hunger. Heading to Don Corleone’s. Now, you wouldn’t seem to think that Caye Caulker = Federal Hill, but everything I’ve read leading up to this trip says that this restaurant is the bee’s knees.
As I mentioned, today was a very relaxing, care-free day. And I tried to do, for lack of a better term, American stuff. SportsCenter, relaxing, a few beers, and now, Italian food.
Went with the large insalada and the shrimp fra diavolo over linguine (the menu was even in Italian…which was fine, because if you live in Rhode Island, you can speak Italian – at least, the swear words).
As I took out the notebook in front of the owner, I think it may have scared her. Am I a food critic? A travel writer? A CIA operative? Whatever it is, I got a few refills on the cuba libre and the bread basket. I’ll continue to write my nonsense, perhaps I’ll get comped.
7:01 p.m. – Salad was delicious. The owner brought it to the table. I’m riding this travel writer/CIA spook thing as far as it takes me.
7:19 p.m. – The pasta dish did not disappoint. Fresh fra diavalo sauce, fresh shrimp, al dente pasta, and a nice, late burn with the spices. Exactly how I like it – BAM! (I also watched some Emeril during lazy American day) No complaints at all.
7:50 p.m. – It’s trivia night at Lloyd’s. It’s also half-price on local rum drinks, so Team TLBR joined the fray. Hung in there until the end, where I blew it on the bonus round and lost all my points. The choice is have another rum and diet and watch the hockey, or call it an early night. I chose the latter. There’s bound to be a movie on back at the crib.