I had the pleasure of plopping my fat-ass down for lunch on Fisher Island the other day, in Miami. I don't know much about the place, except that you can not get there by car, and it is either a home, or a home away from home for some of the worlds most wealthy people (think Oprah). The entire experience should have been intimidating, but, because of my natural need to invade places I would not normally be, and proper upbringing ( my Mother always took us with her to any function she could get us into, so we would not act like tard's if we ever had to do anything "fancy") I sat there like I owned the place, and had a ball. I took the above picture of my dessert because a little boy at the table told us all that "his dessert was too pretty, and he could not mess it up" without a picture. I agreed, and we all whipped out the cameras (or camera phones) and got a nice shot. The rest of the meal was incredible, and included what I think was a maple salmon, and a salad drizzled with oil and Balsamic vinegar, and the meal was quickly followed by a very fine cup of strong, Cuban coffee. We were seated outside, near some yachts that were docked, and larger than the mind can understand. The point to all of this is that, if you get a chance to eat somewhere nice, do it. You can't really appreciate "comfort food" if you never eat ultra fancy food while wearing a stuffy suit. A picture of the dessert in question is up top, and I put a few pictures of the island down below. Nice.
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