Sloppy Joe's, Key West, Florida - Bar Review
In you are an Ernest Hemingway fan, you may be aware that he wrote 70% of his works while he lived in Key West, Florida. You would also likely know that he was a big drinker. The original Sloppy Joe's, now known as Captain Tony's, was one of Hemingway's favorite watering holes. He also frequented the newer version of Sloppy Joe's, located on Duval Street, right in the heart of the excitement in Key West.
We decided to hit up Sloppy Joe's on our first full day in Key West. We had driven around the city in the morning, visited the Southernmost Point, and walked around Duval Street. We stopped at Sloppy Joe's to enjoy a few cocktails and to listen to the wacky band that was playing.
All was well at first. We sat down at a table and we checked out the menus. We decided we weren't yet hungry, so we'd just enjoy a few cocktails in the middle of the afternoon on our much needed and much deserved vacation. I ordered a Sloppy Rita, made with Suaza tequila, Patron Citronge, orange juice, and club soda. Basically, it was a margarita on steroids. My husband ordered a gin and soda. I handed the server my card so she could start our tab. After one drink, I could tell that we were going to have a great vacation. I looked over at my husband, who tends to be much more high strung than I (I'm a pretty easygoing sort of person), and saw that he was completely relaxed and enjoying himself. So was I.
When I said the band was wacky, I was telling the truth. They were a band made up of just two guys; one played the bass while they other played the guitar. They both sang, and they sang about odd things.
They brought up Joe the Plumber, which had barely been uttered by John McCain at the time we went on the trip. I knew then that we'd be hearing much more about the unlicensed plumber living in my current homeland of Ohio. In honor of Joe the Plumber, the bass player said he would refer to himself that night as "Wayne the Bass Player."
We decided to hit up Sloppy Joe's on our first full day in Key West. We had driven around the city in the morning, visited the Southernmost Point, and walked around Duval Street. We stopped at Sloppy Joe's to enjoy a few cocktails and to listen to the wacky band that was playing.
All was well at first. We sat down at a table and we checked out the menus. We decided we weren't yet hungry, so we'd just enjoy a few cocktails in the middle of the afternoon on our much needed and much deserved vacation. I ordered a Sloppy Rita, made with Suaza tequila, Patron Citronge, orange juice, and club soda. Basically, it was a margarita on steroids. My husband ordered a gin and soda. I handed the server my card so she could start our tab. After one drink, I could tell that we were going to have a great vacation. I looked over at my husband, who tends to be much more high strung than I (I'm a pretty easygoing sort of person), and saw that he was completely relaxed and enjoying himself. So was I.
When I said the band was wacky, I was telling the truth. They were a band made up of just two guys; one played the bass while they other played the guitar. They both sang, and they sang about odd things.
They brought up Joe the Plumber, which had barely been uttered by John McCain at the time we went on the trip. I knew then that we'd be hearing much more about the unlicensed plumber living in my current homeland of Ohio. In honor of Joe the Plumber, the bass player said he would refer to himself that night as "Wayne the Bass Player."
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