Sunday was our third and final day in St. Augustine and we are still not sure what we think of it. In many ways it is similar to one of my favorite spots on earth, Santa Fe. So I can’t help feeling that I should like St. Augustine more then I do, but the honky-tonk character of so much of St. Augustine has gotten to both of us a bit. Honky-tonk felt right in Virginia Beach, but St. Augustine has pretensions to more.
We began with a bit of a walk through town. We had gone past the two oldest houses a couple of times, but not with my camera at the ready. It was also the day of an “artwalk” with plein air painters at work, so that added to the charm of Aviles Street and the surrounding area.
|Oldest house on the right, second oldest to the left of it|
|A painter at work on Aviles Street|
|Sharon and her pirate ship|
|They raise the drawbridge for us to go through. If I lived on the island, I would not like tourists on pirate cruises|
|This eco tour is probably what I would have chosen, but it wasn't fathers' day.|
Then we had dinner, our last one here and she chose what is one of the city’s most highly rated restaurants, the Old City House. Now, granted it was Mother’s Day, but my pork osso bucco came to the table cold. Clearly it had been prepared ahead, chilled and reheated (poorly) in a microwave. Had it been properly handled, the dish would have been fine, but porksicle ain’t my favorite flavor. The waiter was duly apologetic, but I had to ask him to remove the cost of an inedible dish. For a restaurant of these pretensions all this is unforgivable. Sharon’s salmon on the other hand was just fine, as was my chicken liver mousse appetizer. Somehow it seemed a fittingly equivocal end to our stay.
I’m glad we came here and that we saw the place. Do I want to return in the same way I would to Mobile, Charleston or Savannah? Not so much.
On Monday we begin our journey down to the Keys, with a brief architectural stop in Miami.