Awesome Mike!! Where'd you go next?!?!?
Awesome Mike!! Where'd you go next?!?!?
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To C&D Country and Western Bar!Originally Posted by TizzyATX
I had read about C&D on this board and it is basically across the street from HSH, so I figured it would be a good place for a night cap. We asked the taxi driver to drop us off there and he knew exactly where to go. When we got out of the taxi, I noticed that the front door to C&D was closed and the place was dark. We walked around to the side of the building to make sure we were at the right place and I heard a voice. Someone from inside the building asked,"Can I help you?" I looked around and saw a counter on the side of the building with the window open. Inside was a friendly woman who asked if she could get us anything. I said,"That's Ok, we thought you were still open. If you are closing up we'll just stop by tomorrow." The woman said,"No, we're still open. The police drive around at 9:00 pm and make us close our doors but we're still open." I said,"OK. We'll take 2 Red Stripes, then." The woman passed us 2 Red Stripes (wrapped in beer cozies) through the open window, and joined us outside on the side of the building. She said, "Hello, my name is Connie and this is Keisha" as her assistant exited the building. We exchanged greetings and talked for a few minutes. I remembered reading about the infamous, special Jenny Cakes, and since Jenny's restaurant was closed at this point in time I heard that the cakes could now be bought at C&D. So, I asked Connie,"Do you know where I can get some Jenny Cakes?". Connie smiled and said, "Right Here!" She then sent Keisha inside to fetch us a special cake.
Just then, an old hippie, who reminded me of Randy of the Redwoods, came out of nowhere and joined us on the side of the building. "Hey, Connie, what kind of cake do you have today?", he asked. Connie rattled off a few different varieties of cake that she had in stock. The hippie then asked for a piece of banana bread, which Keisha went inside to get for him. He then said to me, "Hey, Man, what kind of cake did you get?" Connie answered for me and told him that we ordered the special cake. He then said to me and Mrs. D.,"You better be careful with that special cake, man! It can knock you out if you eat too much. It's dangerous!" Connie then retorted, "They're Ok. I told them to just try a little piece and see how it affects them. Then eat a little more if you find it too weak." The hippie then asked us where we were from. I told him the truth (Philadelphia), figuring he was harmless. He said, "The USA, eh? There used to be a lot more Americans around here but not anymore. The ratio of Americans to Canadians used be like 7:3; now its more like 50/50." At this point I realized that the hippie was Canadian - probably an expat. He continued his rant,"Now that your country's economy is in the toilet, there are much less Americans coming down here. Man, your country is screwed-up! And don't get me started on George Bush. That man should be in jail!" "In jail?", I questioned. He replied, "Yeah, man! For WAR CRIMES, man! He was behind 9/11. You know that, right? 9/11 was just like Hitler bombing his own army's barracks. You heard about that, right?" Now, I'm not much into discussing politics and much less into conspiracy theories - especially on vacation - so I just kind of laughed it off. Luckily, Connie chimed in with a diplomatic response to cut-off the hippie's rant. "The government is the same in every country. You can't trust any of them." The hippie seemed to agree. He took his banana bread, said his goodbyes and walked away.
Since it was getting late, Mrs. D. and I ordered another round of Red Stripes to-go, and headed back across the street to HSH. We sat on our balcony for a while and reflected on another perfect day in in Negril.
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