Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Hemingway's Old Haunt

The former Sloppy Joe's in Key West is only a short 850 miles from Myrtle Beach. I stopped in last week to see where Ernest spent the money he didn't throw in the ocean or his backyard pool, and where the paean to his first wife, a urinal, came from. Had a quick Tony's Amber which tasted like a basic lager to me. It quenched my thirst well, having hiked around all morning in the heat of 25th latitude sunshine. I'd recommend it for the dive bar ambiance.

Oh. Here's the urinal (foreground) he was forced to decorate for his wife. Now functions as the cat watering hole.

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