I had begun my fall into a comfortable routine on this island paradise. Cognizant of the dangers of complacency, my planned escape was never too far from thought. But in the mean time I would enjoy my down home breakfasts at Harpoon Harry’s, or if I was feeling decadent an egg cup, baked to perfection, from La Grignote. For lunch perhaps a cuban sandwich, a local staple, from Frita’s. After much trial and error I found the best happy hour (half off quality drinks and apps!) to be at Bagatelle, a historic conch style house turned upscale eating establishment, oddly tranquil despite being feet from the din of Duval. To round out a perfect day here a quintessentially Key West dinner experience at Blue Heaven would be in order, replete with live music and tiki bar. Yes, I was displaying symptoms of the Keys Disease already.
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