Haven't stayed on the beach in decades, but on my first trip my favorite breakfast was the gal walking the beach chanting, "Orange juice, pineapple, banana bread, cold red Stripe!" All her treats were piled on her head. She'd carefully bring her load down and provide what you needed. She'd prep the pineapple so you could handle it like a popsicle, the banana bread was still warm and the OJ and Stripes were really cold. Back in the day, cold Red Stripe was often lukewarm. As an early riser who loved strolling the beach while it was so, so quite, she was one of the most charming and welcome aspects of my stay.
