One of the city’s oldest restaurants, this place has been serving pretty good fried chicken and sides at reasonable prices since 1939.
This suburb of Orlando has redesigned and revitalized its downtown in the last few years. One of its most popular restaurants is this very good barbecue joint.
Midway through our day of touring Orlando, we met an artist from Liverpool who makes pretty good sandwiches, and then we visited one of the most amazing record stores I’ve ever seen.
While driving around Orlando, we found a couple of places to stop for snacks, including a place that went off-menu to make me something special, and a place that dips soft serve vanilla in a cherry sauce.
The only survivor of a short-lived regional chain of fast food restaurants that sold roast beef sandwiches is nearing its fiftieth anniversary. It was the first of five places that we visited on a day driving around the area.
On the second day of our trip, we enjoyed lunch at a restaurant that offers hot dogs and barbecue, but maybe ordering these individually would be better next time.
More Greek-Americans live in this suburb of Tampa than any other place in the country. If you think that means the eating is excellent here, you are absolutely correct.
Our ongoing quest to find all the old restaurants from this chain brought us to two in Florida, each of which is now home to a used car lot.
On our recent trip to Florida, I picked a pizza place on the outskirts of the Gators’ home turf because I wanted to try their house-made sodas. Happily, the slices were pretty terrific, too.
It’s a small world. The fellow who opened this small and busy barbecue restaurant is also from my mother’s hometown. The house specialty is a decadent dish of potatoes, chopped pork, and cheese.
We were not familiar with this huge, hundred-strong chain with stores all over Florida, but a visit to see my mother in her new home down here left us impressed with their food and their hot sauce bar.
The best food – and drink! – that we’ve had at any establishment in Florida came from this terrific deli that originally opened in the Roaring ’20s. Plus, bonus monorail action!
I don’t believe that I have ever visited what seemed to be a barbecue restaurant only to observe every guest within my line of sight eating something other than barbecue before.
No, not “Halloween Mary,” that was a song by P.F. Sloan that’s been stuck in my head for a month now. This is a small chain of burger joints whose mascot oversees evening cabarets with a saucy wink.