Food Critic

My gosh, I'm beginning to feel like a food critic, as so often I can't think of anything to blog about except where we snowbirds are dining.  Probably b-o-r-i-n-g for you, dear reader, but I'll include those posts anyway, since I'm planning to use one of those make-your-blog-into-a-book sites one day and keep all of this like a journal of sorts.

That said, I drove into Pensacola a few days ago to see what it was like and was disappointed with the few areas I saw.  I'm sure there are lovely areas in Pensacola, but I was only around the downtown. It isn't much of anything, and the surrounding neighborhoods seemed old and a little rundown. Plus it looks like an area hard hit by our bad ecomony in that there were lots of empty stores and restaurants.  So I went over to Pensacola Beach and found a place for lunch.

I had the tastiest flatbread with shrimp and a pesto sauce and four cheese topping.  So the drive (about an hour from here) was at least worth that.

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