A really fine piña colada

On Friday Jett and I were out-and-about, running errands in preparation for the trip north. One of those errands was getting Rusty groomed. Another was getting Jett some new shoes. We finished getting the shoes before Rusty was finished being groomed, so we decided to have a late lunch at the Bahama Breeze near the shoe store.

I don’t think anyone has ever claimed that the Bahama Breeze chain is due for a Michelin star. It seems to sell atmosphere more than food. But the fact is that I have never had anything there that I didn’t absolutely love – both food and drinks. On this day I ordered a jerk chicken sandwich and, because it was after 3pm, decided to try the half-price “Ultimate Piña Colada.” The jerk chicken was fine, as were the “Key West Nachos” that Jett and I shared. But the big winner was the piña colada. It was served in a tall glass with pineapple garnish and had a big red splotch, like the surface of Jupiter. It was a strawberry puree – probably the same stuff they use to make frozen strawberry daiquiris – with the run and coconut flakes on top. Absolutely delicious!

I had two.

And we still made it back to the groomer before Rusty was finished.