Judy named his Arizona spin on a Screwdriver (with Prickly Pear and mango purees) the Double Whammy, while my modified Whisky Sour was refreshing and fantastic. And the food? To die for.
We relaxed, sipped, savored and chatted. Before we knew it, we’d spent almost three hours chillin in the desert.
No matter how many websites you peruse or how knowledgeable your travel provider is, finding that place only the locals know happens only when you ask a local.
French food in St. Louis is never going to taste the same as in a bistro or boulangerie on the Rue Sainte-Anne in Paris. Much of the reason for that is due to the way the ingredients are made and rules and regulations about how restaurants cook their food.
I, for one, enjoy seeing the pics my friends post of what they are eating. They inspire me to try new flavors. Sometimes they even inspire whole trips.
The outdoor market is a MUST! It’s the perfect place to snag a unique souvenir or some fresh-off-the-tree (or vine) snacks or even a low-cost picnic-style dinner in your hotel room with your feet up.
Judy and I marveled at how we continually bring our travels to our table, re-living the tastes and memories of places we’ve been both near and far.
The age old question lovers ask each other popped into my head, “Why do you love me?” If travel could ask me that, how would I answer?
David poured samples of olive oil into little cups and passed them around, the scent of the fresh EVOO transported me back to Italy as I inhaled it before sipping the golden-colored liquid.
When the Cerreta signature French mint truffles are being made, the entire building smells of spearmint and chocolate.