Daniel recommended a restaurant for our trip to St. Augustine – Cafe Eleven. He noticed it while staying at the nearby Hampton Inn. With an interesting menu and an array of beer choices, he thought we’d enjoy the place.
Located on A1A near the coastline, Cafe Eleven is housed in an unassuming rectangular building with ample parking. The interior is one large, open space. You proceed to the counter upon entering for a menu. Specials are posted at the register. After ordering there, take a seat and someone will bring your food out to you when it’s ready.
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You know how you just aren’t culinarily compatible with some people? You probably have a friend that hasn’t enjoyed a single place you’ve recommended to them and you think the places they prefer are awful. Or maybe you just like different styles of food: they like home cookin’, you like Asian fusion. I have such a friend and his name is Misty’s Husband.
Misty’s Husband is a meat ‘n taters kind of guy. His favorite food group is fat. He can eat his own weight in hot wings. He makes up nicknames for restaurants, too. He refers to the Cathedral Café in Fayetteville as: “the #hitty little deli with the library books”. He asks me if I have “included any weird ingredients” when I invite him over for dinner, with the word “weird” having a very broad-range definition.
Since we are polar opposites when it comes to food, this review will be evidence of a modern miracle occurring on Capitol Street: I actually agree with Misty’s Husband about a restaurant.
Just titilating I know
Beer, Pizza, Sandwiches, Beer, Sportscenter, Cleavage, Beer, HiDef TV’s, Beer,
All for $28.40 cents.
That’s right, spoiler alert.. just happened… we ate plenty of food and spirits for less than $30 (after taxes) and still had leftovers.
Ahhh, I strike my best Al Bundy pose – picture one hand down my pants splayed out on the couch and hand on the remote. D I G E S T I N G
This is the meal I’ve been waiting for. Maybe it’s the college football on TV, the wings that were being eaten next to me. Or just maybe, it’s the relief of not eating the overpriced artsy fartsy meals that the establishment and the “drive-byes” tell you that you should like.