We are NOT in Daytona for the 500 this weekend. Sadly, by the time we checked, the cheapest tickets started at $200 apiece. So we didn’t spend over $4oo on tickets to our 6th Great American Race. But we’re watching it on television.
On Saturday, Mr. R. and I headed a few miles down I-95 to Lake Worth for my first ever visit to the annual Street Painting Festival. I’ve heard about it for years and Mr. R. has covered it for the local news but I had never been to this event.
On the way, we made a quick stop at the ATM. And by quick stop, I mean that in the span of less than 100 feet and in busy traffic, Mr. R. went from 60 mph to a hard right turn in the F-150 Crew Cab. While performing the classic reach-over grope, he quipped, “Most people wouldn’t have tried that.” I agreed with him. When I caught my breath.
Finally arriving safely a few blocks from the festival, we happily paid $5 to a nice gentleman in the parking lot of the Presbyterian church so we could leave the car in relative safety. Directly across the street was an irresistible antiques shop in an old historic store front and we meandered through before walking to the street festival.
We found the free event packed in its four blocks wide, six blocks long venue. I was fascinated to watch the artists hard at work on their creations, some of which will turn out to be 3-D when they’re completed. Add to the art the live music on several stages, a whole row of fair food, and a margarita stand, we had everything we needed for a perfect Saturday afternoon outside.
We left the festival with the general idea of finding someplace to sit and order dinner. Mr. R. asked if I’d ever seen the Lake Worth spillway. When I said that no, in the more than twenty years I’ve lived in South Florida, I had not, in fact, seen that particular attraction, we made a slight detour.
The purpose of the spillway is to regulate water levels in the various canals that perform flood control duties all across the area. It’s also apparently a popular place to go fishing. It was a cool thing to see and I was glad we made the quick stop.
From there we headed north planning to find the new grilled cheese place in Northwood. Before we found it, though, we decided to stop at Relish, a burger place we’ve passed many times but never experienced.
Okay, here’s the thing about Relish. Ordering is complicated, something a burger joint should not be. You have to place your order at the counter (strike one) where you have to first decide what type of burger you want. They have more choices than I ever dreamed of. The featured meat for Saturday was alpaca. We both passed in favor of beef.
Next you have to pick two relishes (strike two) which I found stressful. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just wanted a burger. We had to choose from things like tzatziki, bison chili, citrus remoulade, garlic aioli, etc. I threw my hands in the air and made Mr. R. pick for me. Next we sat and waited for them to bring our order.
The dining room was warm and still and by the time our food was ready I was feeling overheated. We ended up eating out on the sidewalk which turned out to be pretty pleasant. Finally, against doctor’s orders, Mr. R. ordered a Moon Pie milkshake. Not being a milkshake fan, I only had a sip and I must say it was delicious.
I don’t really see going back to Relish. Next time, we’ll find that grilled cheese place.