One little memory...
Ocho Rios, Jamaica
That big boat behind me is the Navigator of the Seas.
It was really windy, so my hair was blowing into my face (and had already been wet because we swam with Pepe', the dolphin first thing in the morning.) This small little beachy area is located at the end of the Village--a string of shopping spots and entertainment venues right near the pier, that's very popular with tourists. It's also the home of the Ocho Rios Margaritaville.
So I thought it would be cool to have a Cheeseburger in Paradise. Actually, I thought it would be a cool scrapbook page...but don't tell anyone that. We tried. We went to Margaritaville and the gal at the door said it would be about 20 minutes. We said OK and stood around, took some pictures and watched the people at the bar. The music was loud and enjoyable. Twenty five minutes come and go...Joal checks with her and she says "do you wanna eat at the upstairs bar?"
Well, not really, but OK. I hate eating at a bar because a) it makes bartenders irritated when people who don't drink take up space at the bar and b) the service always stinks because of a). :)
SO we go upstairs, which turns out to be really cool, because we can see everything going on downstairs but as I suspected, the service did not happen. The waitress apparently didn't get the memo so we sat for a while. No menu, no service, annoying the bartenders. Finally, Joal catches a waiter and asks if we can move to an open table. Jamaicans never have a problem with anything so of course he says move. We do. But then we wait for a while more for our waitress to take our order.
My apparent inability to say the requisite "No problem, mon" at this point prompted us to give up and go eat on the boat.
So no cheeseburgers in paradise this trip.
But it was better than last year's horse adventure...so no problem, mon.
The music at Margaritaville was lively (live DJ) and a little taste of home--that felt good. There's something iconic about hearing Alan Jackson's "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere" played super-loud at a Margaritaville in the Caribbean. A cheeseburger would have made it perfect.
No problem, mon.