As you know, we're moving. One of the great things about moving is you get to check out the new place you're moving to. In our case, it's Gulfport, Florida. A nice, quiet place sort of south-west of St. Petersburg, just on Boca Ciega Bay.
In terms of town exploration, finding good places to eat has been pretty close to Job 1. We feel like we're doing pretty good, having found the Palm Terrace bar at the Peninsula Inn for lunch on the 4th fo July, and for drinks with Connie, our real estate agent, after we closed.
But it's not all fireworks and cold beer.
There was an article in the paper a week or so ago about a poor, kidnapped icon from a local eattery called Peg's Pizza Cantina. Who would do such a thing?
We'll, we're not crazy. We'd driven by the sign for Peg's about fifty million times. We had both seen it with our own eyes. We even pulled into the parking lot to investigate where we thought it was.
Needless to say, one of us should've read the newspaper a little more closely:
Pedro disappeared just as Wesselink and Dodson were preparing to reopen Peg's Cantina at a new spot along Beach Boulevard, Gulfport's downtown thoroughfare.
So, um... they moved. Okay. Needless to say, we will investigate the apparently new location of Peg's Pizza Cantina (it's a freakin' pizza cantina!) and report back to you.
Until then, you can watch our progress on the house at via the photo album "Animal House" on the left, or by clicking here.