Getaways. We all need them and even though I rarely leave the state it makes it no less refreshing. This trip was to Neptune beach for the Jag’s class reunion but we left a day early to have a date day.
The end of September this year found Neptune Beach, chilly, windy and rainy. That didn’t dampen our spirits at all as just being at the beach has a calming and wonderful effect. Day 1 saw a smooth drive up and an early check in for the first night at our favorite hotel–the Sea Horse Oceanfront Inn, old Florida style
The Jag and I had Thursday all to ourselves before moving to the Marriott on Friday and the start of the reunion.
Arriving just before noon it was definitely time for lunch
We headed across the street to one of our favorites, the North Beach Fish Camp
For my favorite dish Mayport Shrimp n’ Grits. Yes, I ate it all. And that pretty much laid me out for the afternoon. We did go for a 3 mile walk on the beach but I still had the “heavies”.
Since it was early and I was still full it was either a nap or the 5:30 pm class at M Body Yoga. It would either revive me or put me down. The former prevailed.
A quick shower, a little black dress and off to some fine dining and romance with hubby.
I enjoy my food and Ocean 60 serves up the finest culinary delights and an ambiance to match. I had one of the nightly specials “pecan crusted pan seared trigger and butter poached bay scallops topped with a roasted peach, arugula and red onion salad served over basmati jeweled rice pilaf with toasted almonds, dried cherries, cranberries and citrus zest finished with a lemon buerre blanc”. Wow. Again, no leftovers. Hubby had “Tuscan grilled pork with wild mushrooms and bacon served over whipped potatoes and topped with a Marsala demi”.
Dessert was disappointing. Creme brulee was not on the menu that night so being in the mood for a custard we opted to try out Whit’s. It sounded promising.
I can’t quite put my finger on it but it just didn’t taste like the frozen custard I make. For starters it was too “white”. Cream isn’t white and if there really were some egg yolks in it would have been an off white color. Taste — better than most but it tasted “fake” mostly likely due to the pasteurization of the cream. As a rule I never eat ice cream out; when you make your own from raw cream, pastured egg yolks and maple syrup you’re not going to find that quality and taste at most places.
The evening was still young so back to the beach for a starlit walk along the ocean and then a solid night’s sleep.
The next morning we enjoyed our coffee on the the beach as the sun began to rise
The balmy breeze gave way to quite reflections
followed by an amazing hot power yoga class with my favorite instructor Denise at M Body yoga. Denise has perfected the fine art of restoring one’s mind and body yet taking you to the brink. Great way to start the day. Now, on to the reunion. . .