Andy calls the the Private Islands of Georgia, part of the Golden Isles, the best back yard in America and I'm not about to argue with him. The abundance of wildlife is mind blowing. It's pristine and unspoiled. Among other things I saw dolphins and pelicans.
My late step-mother loved to tell this story. She went to a local liquor emporium known for its kosher wines, and asked for two gallon-sized bottles of ritual (Kiddush) wine, one Malaga and one Concorde. The owner pulled her over to the side and said, in a low voice, “You know, you don’t need to drink that anymore. We have a large selection of really good kosher wines.” “I know,” she said, with a tinge of regret. “But my husband loves this stuff.”
Perfect bubbles that danced on the tongue, bone dry and gorgeous to behold, it paired with everything. Karsten prepared cream biscuits with Ferrari prosciutto, scallions, Parmesan and organic Adriatic fig spread.
That was the first of three flights in and out of Jacksonville in a month. I loved St. Augustine and its historic charms. I stayed at the charming Casablanca Inn and had divine meals at the Bistro de Leon and Meehan's on Matanzas.