Taste of a memory

When a day has been especially tough, my lizard brain occasionally reverts to little morsels of time when every single thing was just right.

Last spring Phil and I went to Miami and then drove down to the Keys, spending one night on Islamorada and two nights on Key West. On our way, we stopped for lunch at Alabama Jack's in Key Largo. 

The place is a dive and it may not even be close to "the" best place for lunch on Key Largo, but the hour we spent there was bliss to me.

The Red Stripes were ice cold, the conch fritters were crunchy and sweet and the smell of salt water was all around. Perfect bite of a memory.