Today we drove down Bayshore Avenue, Tampa's fanciest street. On one side there is the beautiful bay, on the other gorgeous mansions. I love Bayshore, especially on a sunny but not too humid day like this one was.
We went to Channelside where we ate at Brennigans which was really terrible. We did however have a window table from where we could see the Cruise ship. Every Sunday the big ships depart and head to the Carribean. It's a spectacular sight to watch these enormous things gracefully take off and head out to sea.
Only in America can one order a deep fried sandwich. The Colonel ordered a club which had chicken, ham and cheese. It was then battered, deep fried and served with a dusting of icing sugar. Raspberry jam was the dipping sauce. What glorious decadence.
I had about 4 bites. The first 3 I thought I was in a very strange happy place. By the fourth I felt as though I were going to keel over and die. The Monte Cristo sandwich went from a festival for the mouth to a greasy nightmare in no time at all.
