Depending on who we are with we end up at Margarittaville to buy t-shirts for gifts back home just about every trip. I'll almost bet Coleen has those free (what is it a 6 oz glass) margarita coupons in her travel bag right now. As a driver my complaint would be the parking, but as a Jamaicaphile getting angry is like a rogue wave it comes it passes it is washed away by soft sea. NO Problem,,,,,
IMHO w/o looking through rose colored sunglasses I'm going to give Jimmy a pass on Margaritaville. From the flip flops at the front door to the trampoline in the water I believe Mr Buffets contract with me on this one is a themed amusement park no more no less and like any amusement park capitive audience pricing reflects the investment of developing the ambience. As I sit here writing I look up at a forest of red palm tree rare hamburger markers stuck in an oversize cork from the airport restaurants, to us it's not the great hamburger in paradise it's the paradise in which we are sharing the hamburger as we head back to the reality of the real world.
The best value in Negril if I desire to invest in the time is the oversized drinks in the theme glass that offer the next one (s) at a discount price.
But you know for the countless number of hours on boat, on deck, driving long treks on dark nights, laying in a hospital bed that Mr Buffet has whispered escape into my ear about He Went To Paris and A Pirate Looking At 40 and African Friends and Everbody Talkin and Jamaica Mistaica and Back To The Island,,,,,,,,, I'm going to give him a pass on the management of his tourist trap
Ricks Cafe (who all has some of the old coins in a drawer that you had to buy to purchase their stuff in the past), Margarittaville, Dolphins Cove and a few more attractions are just attractions,,,,, they are not the Jamaica dreams I dream as we anguish over airfares and stealing time to get back to the Island.
