That evening was the Grand Tasting at the Southernmost Beach Resort.
We immediately began stuffing our faces with everything on offer.
We might have had some wine, too.
Day 4: Uncorked and Uncouth
The next day we decided that the only cure for that much wine was some good, old-fashioned grease. Lupita's -- with its cheery decor and cheesy enchiladas -- was the perfect antidote.
Once tucked in at a cozy booth, we feasted on chips and salsa, lobster enchiladas, Dos Equis for Angel, and a Mexican soda for me, since I don't like to drink and drive.
I do, however, like to match my dress and my flip-flops to my ride.
We'd no sooner dried out from the night before when it was time to pour even. more. wine. down our throats.
A bar crawl like no other, Duval Uncorked features over two dozen shops and restaurants along Key West's main drag, each of which offers a glass of wine and nibble or two paired to match.
One of the first stops was at Wine-O, a stylish new wine bar at the La Concha on Duval.
Stylish and comfortable.
From there, we moved on to the frosé with elderflower at the Little Room Jazz Club.
From there, it was a haze of pour, sip, giggle, repeat.
Of course, it wouldn't be a bar crawl in Key West without drag queens, sitar-strumming superheroes, and dogs on bar stools.
I wasn't feeling much pain by the end of the crawl, which is why it seemed like a great idea -- if by "great" you mean "incredibly ill-advised" -- to stop at the Speakasy on the way home.
It was all downhill from there.
We'd planned dinner with our friend Steve that night, but I urged Angel to go on without me. You know it's bad when I was worried I might embarrass them . . . in Key West.
And because he is the leading contender for Husband of the Year, well, every year, Angel surprised me by bringing home a pepperoni pizza since I'd missed dinner . . . and remembering to photograph it.
But not without a little pit stop for himself first.
Day 5: Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs
It was our last day in Key West, and a chilly one at that, so we decided to spend it indoors sobering up so we wouldn't get kicked off our flight that afternoon.
Oh, you're wondering why we'd go out for pizza, after I just devoured an entire pizza the night before? Hi, I'm Tracey. You must be new here. Welcome!
Onlywood is tucked away in a little alley off of Duval Street, adding to the cozy feel on a rainy day.
With Angel busy checking on our flights, I used that opportunity to scarf down all the meatballs we'd ordered.
Soon our wood-fired pizzas arrived, and between last night's pizza and today's, the dough sponges did their job and we were permitted to board the plane.
I'm just glad they don't have breathalyzers on those things.
There's lots in the hopper! There's "The Missing Bling Ting" in Anguilla; yours truly roughing it in the bush in South Africa (sans ironing board!); homemade hooch in the Hudson Valley; a birthday blowout with my sissy in Brooklyn; another pre-Irma trip to Anguilla (remember when Seaborne lost Angel's luggage? I sure do); and a lazy long weekend in Delray Beach. Check back soon, or click here to subscribe and Travellerspoint will do the checking for you!
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