Anguilla Pt. 4: Let's Flamingle
11.02.2019
We awoke the next morning at Periwinkle to the sound of the sea.
It didn't take long to settle into a routine: Angel would join our hosts upstairs for coffee and that heavenly biscotti, while I was left to get ready in peace with my own walk-in closet and ironing board and full-length mirror, the latter two having been procured just for me. I told you our hosts were sweet and charming and generous.
Once Angel had eaten his own body weight in biscotti, we set off for Elodia's to enjoy the day.
At lunch, we were joined by this sweet boy, who clearly wasn't trying at all to make us buy him a steak.
Despite those puppy-dog eyes, I didn't buy him a steak. Though I did make him up a little doggie bag. Heh-heh.
That evening we had plans to meet up with our local friend Catherine, along with another local, Jacqueline, who knows me from this blog, as well as Jacqueline's sister Patricia, who was visiting from the States. Having never met Jacqueline or Patricia, I chose the outdoor lounge at Zemi, thinking that if my bubbly personality was not enough to entertain them, some actual bubbly might be.
Catherine was the first to arrive, giving us a chance to talk real estate -- she manages the excellent Anguilla Villa Company -- before the others showed up.
Catherine, Jacqueline, and myself share a love of all things flamingo, and the two generously gifted me with flamingo-themed bags AND let me borrow these fabulous flamingo sunglasses, which I am STILL kicking myself for not pilfering -- especially since they would have so easily fit into one of my new bags.
Eventually, though, we got the gong, and it was time to go.
We were already on the east end, so we took advantage by having dinner at Artisan Pizza Napoletana.
Baked to perfection in Artisan's authentic Neapolitan oven, the pizzas were light and chewy and delicious.
But the highlight of our meal was the fabulous gelato, in mouthwatering flavors like Parmesan, Snickers and cream, and my personal favorite, charcoal coconut, which was like a nutty toasted marshmallow.
The next day we hung around the house for a bit before heading over to Mead's Bay, stopping to make some friends along the way.
We decided on lunch at Ocean Echo, which I love as much for its stellar location as its willingness to make me a bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese.
We stopped at Pam's for a rum punch on the way home, where we realized that this is probably where Lime Keel got the idea to make a rum punch that is 80% rum and 100% punch.
That evening we had plans to meet up with an old friend, Paula, who'd brought a bunch of newbies along for a girls trip. We kicked things off with cocktails and cats at CuisinArt.
We've always loved CuisinArt for its stylish blue and white decor with those bright pops of yellow, so the renovation was a huge disappointment -- the dark jewel tones are out of place in a tropical climate, and the cheesy colored lights would be out of place anywhere.
It turns out both Paula and I had planned to have dinner at FBI that night -- meat-obsessed minds think alike -- and so it made sense for all of us to dine together.
The next day we took a leisurely drive through Island Harbour and the Valley on our way to the west end.
We were headed back to Trattoria Tramonto for lunch, but (gasp!) not for pasta. Or, rather, not just pasta.
We arrived a little early, so we enjoyed a rum punch on the beach before lunch.
We'd returned to Tramonto to try the famous burger, generously topped with a big, beautiful blob of mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and it certainly didn't disappoint.
That evening we had dinner plans with friends Hal and Donna at Veya.
As always, the food was incredible, particularly the butter-poached lobster with spinach risotto and crispy parsnips, which is possibly the only dish you'll ever order where the vegetables can compete with a lobster.
Stuffed as we were, we somehow made room for dessert -- a buttery bananas Foster that Donna whipped up in about 10 minutes flat, filling the house with the smell of vanilla and flambéed rum and caramelized bananas, and filling our bellies with a little spoonful of heaven.
The next day, another treat: Two of the island's best rum punches for the road.
Or, you know, the water. Blue, blue water.
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Where to next? Roughing it in the bush in South Africa (sans ironing board!); celebrating a birthday in Brooklyn with my sissy (at a food festival -- where else!?); running down an off-the-menu cast iron butter burger in the Hudson Valley; and a return trip to Anguilla, this time with newbies in tow. Subscribe here and you'll be notified when a new post goes up!
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Posted by TraceyG 06:09 Archived in Anguilla Tagged cuisinart artisan elodias ocean_echo
Tracey,
Your outfits, and how they coordinate are as stunning as the pictures you take. So disappointing to hear about the remodel as Cuisinart! The blue's and yellows are what we always enjoyed too, and think of when we talk about Cuisinart.
Thanks for the animal pictures as well. I can tell you love them. (I have an adopted kitty in Playa del Carmen).
I as always, cannot wait the next trip report!!
Thank you for brightening my day!
by ToniP