Miami French sandwich shop. February 2009

Two days after leaving Atlanta, we made our way to Miami. The drive was fascinating as I had never been to Florida before. The landscape was almost alien to what I was familiar with on the west coast.

We did our thing at the Miami VW dealership and then headed out to South Beach. I wanted to try some Cuban food!

However, two of the four of us were in their early twenties and not terribly adventurous cuisine-wise. They wanted to eat at all the places along the strip. Prime rib, steak, etc. etc. Tourist fare.

Well, Cuban food would be a no-go. I was determined not to eat on the strip though. I wanted to eat where the locals went. Being a stubborn sort, I insisted that the group give me 15 minutes to find somewhere to eat. Having never been to Miami and not knowing my way around, I resorted to my tried and true method of exploring new cities... get off the main drag and look for non-touristy types.

A little bit of exploring led us to this French sandwich shop. There were biker types outside, so I figured it was a reputable local establishment.

Boy howdy! Fresh made sandwiches. Perfect portions. Dane had the good sense to keep half of his and eat it the next morning. If I hadn't been so ravenous that night, I would have done the same.