Beverly Hills.....that's where I want to be....living in Beverly Hills....
Florida, that is.
But I've had that earworm since I made the reservation.
It's cute here and I love it so far! Lots of adorable little towns that we passed through that will require further inspection. We have horses in our back yard, no lie. While Marathon was boring sticks, Beverly Hills is quaint sticks with farmers markets and a real community. It's hard to describe. Like Marathoners think they're so cool because it's Keys, yo, and it makes me want to point out to them that they are overpriced suckage. But places like Beverly Hills are totally okay with not being all that and they roll with it, don't try to pretend. It makes me like them.
I can live without an Ulta and a Target in a place like this.
Tonight after we set up we tried to have dinner at a place our neighbor recommended, but it was closed. So I asked the parking lot cop, who isn't really a cop but a security volunteer (I love that!) where we should eat and he told us this place that neither the GPS or Google was aware existed. So he was either having us on or it's a super secret local place that we need to find.
So whatever, we went on to the Publix to get some groceries and in their little strip was a place called "The Stinky Rose" - Italian food. Yes please! A little diner type of place with proper dippy oil for the bread. I had spaghetti and meatballs, because you don't really appreciate that until you no longer have the ability to make it; and Monello had tortellini in a cream sauce with proshoot and peas. And I had two generous Chiantis, which is the perfect amount to get buzzy but not be sorry the next day.
I liked Naples but it was pretty ritzy, all gated communities and what not. I think Beverly Hills is probably more my style.
Florida, that is.
But I've had that earworm since I made the reservation.
It's cute here and I love it so far! Lots of adorable little towns that we passed through that will require further inspection. We have horses in our back yard, no lie. While Marathon was boring sticks, Beverly Hills is quaint sticks with farmers markets and a real community. It's hard to describe. Like Marathoners think they're so cool because it's Keys, yo, and it makes me want to point out to them that they are overpriced suckage. But places like Beverly Hills are totally okay with not being all that and they roll with it, don't try to pretend. It makes me like them.
I can live without an Ulta and a Target in a place like this.
Tonight after we set up we tried to have dinner at a place our neighbor recommended, but it was closed. So I asked the parking lot cop, who isn't really a cop but a security volunteer (I love that!) where we should eat and he told us this place that neither the GPS or Google was aware existed. So he was either having us on or it's a super secret local place that we need to find.
So whatever, we went on to the Publix to get some groceries and in their little strip was a place called "The Stinky Rose" - Italian food. Yes please! A little diner type of place with proper dippy oil for the bread. I had spaghetti and meatballs, because you don't really appreciate that until you no longer have the ability to make it; and Monello had tortellini in a cream sauce with proshoot and peas. And I had two generous Chiantis, which is the perfect amount to get buzzy but not be sorry the next day.
I liked Naples but it was pretty ritzy, all gated communities and what not. I think Beverly Hills is probably more my style.