Trip Report 4/23-4/28

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the obligatory toes on beach picture.

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After we got massages (Anika is the better masseuse out of the two..more on that later), Mr T came over and we headed to town to figure out a plan for getting the I phone we brought for him unlocked. Digicel couldn't or wouldn't do it so we went to a phone shop that I think was called Juicy Jays? We had to leave the phone there for 2 days (they actually had it done it one day). We then headed to Canoe. I had every intention of searching for Sea Glass but the Dirty bananas led to even more dirty bananas and the sea glass searching never did occur. We ordered conch fritters, fried plantains and fries as appetizers to the dinner that I was really looking forward to at Quality across the street from Canoe. Attachment 48209Attachment 48210Attachment 48211Attachment 48212Attachment 48213

The bartender at Canoe has beautiful eyes. I tell her that every time I see her.

I think this report is turning into a Negril Foodie report. Sorry.

After several more cocktails, and subs, we decided to go across the street to Quality, owned by a guy that goes by the name of Quality. Mr. T grew up with Quality (Alfred) and said he was a wood carver that also has a shop just down the road. We ordered a round of drinks. I could swear I saw on this forum somewhere that they served a red snapper stuffed with callaloo and cheese. I asked the waitress for exactly that but she said that is not on the menu and never has been. Bummer. I opted for Escovitch red snapper with mashed potatoes and steamed veggies. DH & Mr. T had fish with coconut sauce. This meal did not disappoint and is one of the best I've had in Negril. Quality came out to hang out with us for an hour and we talked. I asked him how he got into the restaurant biz and he said everyone always told him what a great cook he is and that he should open a restaurant. So he did. I craved more food from Quality my remaining days in Negril, and still do sitting here at home as I write this report. Attachment 48215Attachment 48216Attachment 48217Attachment 48218Attachment 48219Attachment 48220

After we finished dinner and was talking to Quality, Mr. T's grandmother walked by. He called her in and she joined us, ordering a Malta. This moment was one of the best of my trip. What a cool night.

We headed back to Canoe for some french press coffee. That wired me. Mr. T was done and close to home, so we caught a cab back to Nirvana. Even after the 10 dirty bananas and numerous Red Stripes, I had energy. I surprised myself. I convinced DH to go to Alfred's because I knew they had a band that night. We walked down the sidewalk instead of the beach. Really thankful for all the kind sidewalks in Negril. The band in general left alot to be desired, except for the conga player. He was an older guy and had it going on. Mr. T later told me that he sits in with alot of different bands. We had a few drinks and went home to crash out. Tomorrow was my birthday so I didn't want to wake up feeling rough. Attachment 48221

We headed back to our room and snacked on some buns and cheese. I never thought it would go together but it actually worked. Has anyone else tried this concoction? Or maybe Mr. T was pulling my leg when he told me about it. Attachment 48222

Day 4
The Happiest Birthday yet. No place I'd rather be to celebrate.