Whether they’re tucked away in a coffee shop or in a bar like Sloppy Joe’s Bar in Key West where Hemingway wrote his classic novels, every good writer has a spot where they curl up in the corner, order “the usual” and let the ink flow. I’m not a novelist, so probably the only thing that will come out of me sitting at my not-so-secret writing spot that my dear friend Alison recommended during our month-long stay in Ft. Lauderdale, Fla., is a good blog post. The sushi bar at Sushi Rock on the quaint Las Olas Blvd. in Ft. Lauderdale is packed so tight with locals that you can overhear every conversation in the long, narrow dining room.
Girls to my left: A discussion on what club they’re about to hit up in South Florida…because that’s what you do on Tuesday nights here. Couple behind me: Trying to decide on the best sushi to order and how it never fails that the famously named sushi is amazing every time. Table of six behind me, all sporting thick southern accents: Drinking hot sake while reminiscing on memorable karaoke moments and the prized fish they’ve caught off the coast of Florida.
This pretty such sums up the Sunshine State. The folks here are nice, laid back, really enjoy their cocktails and often discuss the amount of fish caught earlier in the day. And if I had to guess, there’s at least one person in this popular sushi spot that’s discussing Tim Tebow’s fate in the NFL.
Other than this being Tebow country, we like it here in Florida. I especially like living on the water and the 85+ bright and sunny days everyday. But given the high cost of living and mega yachts parked in everyone’s back yard…a.k.a the Intercostal Waterway, we might save this spot for future vacation or for retirement. It’s hard to sum up the beauty and charm of Ft. Lauderdale in words, so I thought I’d let the photos do the talking.
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