Postcards from Nassau, Bahamas.

We're finally back in the States after a fabulous week of Grandparents bliss in the Bahamas. Getting back was a bit of an adventure, as it always is, the only thing different was that it was the first time in fifteen years that I decided to purchase a plane ticket in lieu of using one of my mother's family passes. As luck would have it, our flight was delayed by seven hours. Waiting hours upon hours in an international airport? Nothing new here. What was new was that I was eligible for the compensation provided by the airline for the inconvenience. Now longer low man on the totem pole (I hate that expression), a full fare ticket got me a 12 dollar coupon at the airport cafeteria called The Dutch Oven.

I regretted explaining to Aurelien what dutch oven meant after he heard Vinny tell the story when he "dutch ovened" his now-wife Carmella on their third date.

Dutch Oven is truly a terrible name for any food establishment - cafeteria or not. Needless to say, we did not use our coupons, and luckily I have Italian grandparents who decided to stay an extra few days, and stuffed our suitcases with roasted red pepper, prosciutto, and mozzarella sandwiches, a chunk of pecorino romano cheese, and a container filled with red cerignola olives. The wine was confiscated.

I'm glad to be back for my final days in New York, and I have some fun surprises and exciting news to share with you guys very soon! Until then, here are some last looks at my vacation in paradise...

Potter's Cay Fish Market
Under the Old Nassau Bridge, you'll find a community of fisherman, mini bars, and restaurants to enjoy the catch of the day, a cold beer, and get an peak into native life as the locals congregate here after work for a drink to catch up with friends, and complain about their bosses; truly an international pastime.


We so asked for George, a jolly Bahamian who served us a fresh conch salad and showed Aurelien his collection of sexy "Bootylicious Bahamians" (no, really, that's what they were called) pin-up photos that he had up in the kitchen.

Afternoon Kaliks to cool off from the scorching heat.

Sweet 16.
I don't know what this is about because it was always closed
but something tells me I would love it.
How could I not? It's pastel.


Bay Street
The main drag of Nassau is Bay Street with both tourist businesses, high-end boutiques, parliament and government buildings, as well as tons of abandoned buildings, businesses and offices. Here are some locations that struck me as interesting...

Bahamian Street Art!

Rum Cake, an island treat bursting with rum and natural flavors.

The Poop Deck
This is one of my grandparent's favorite restaurants in Nassau. Despite the name, that always makes me chuckle (I know, I act like a 10 year old boy), it's a perfect place for a view of the boats docked at the port, the two bridges of Nassau and the pink glow of the sunset reflecting off the McHotel, the Atlantis.

 Picking our dinner.

Goodfellow Farms
The Bahamas isn't just tropical cocktails and fresh fish, a hidden gem off the beaten path is Goodfellow Farms located on the west end of the island. Daily lunch specials of grilled chicken gorganzola wraps, quinoa salads, and baked talapia on a bed of microgreens are served in their gazebo surrounded by the farm animals. The general store has a full array of international cheeses, fresh breads, on-the-premise grown fruits and veggies, and home decor. It's a little bit of New England in the Bahamas.

This little attention hog was non-stop crowing right behind 
my grandfather's chair all during lunch, 
making conversation close to impossible.
My grandfather excepted the challenge and turned to the rooster and screamed, "Kickeriki" back to him, which is
 Cock-a-Doodle-doo in Italian.
Only him.
And in case you're wondering, French roosters say Cocorico.
By far, one of the worst translations.

Aurelien's total French face.

Spritz Restaurant and Bar
Craving Italian food on a tropical island? If you're anything like our family who regardless of where we are in the world, needs pasta on Sunday night, I highly recommend Spritz. A chic yet rustic Italian restaurant located in Sandy Port, a small marina village located on the west end of the island. After having their cooked-to-perfection thin crust pizza, followed by a veal scallopini that was bursting with flavors that I thought only my grandmother could produce, Spritz has now been added into my Top 10 favorite Italian restaurants in the world. In the Bahamas? Who knew?


  1. 50% moisture? Ew!

    I wonder where they got the idea for "Dutch Oven". Bad call!

    Love Seb's cheese face.

    My mum spent half (slight exaggeration) of our holiday pointing out crappy street art she thought I should photograph for you and clothes she thought you would like. Ha ha!

    Glad you had a good time x

    1. Where does it say 50% moisture? LOL! Did I write that? Or is that what came up when you googled Dutch Oven?

      Awww, you're mom thought about me on your vacation! That is so nice. Wow, I'm flattered! So, did you take pics of the Street Art? I'm curious!! Ooooh and clothes?! Like what?! Tell! Tell!

      I heart your mom.

    2. I found the 50% moisture!! Ahahahaha! On the cheese! Gross, indeed!

    3. Yep, it would have been even grosser on the Dutch Oven though!

      Of course, we gossip about all the bloggers, but you're one of our favs! But no, I'm a bad daughter, I thought the street art was a bit rubbish and the dress was too frou-frou.

  2. Hi
    I like the "Product of Canada" and imported from a company in New Jersey!!!! then sold in Barbados. (-:

    1. Hahaha, I know!!! The Jersey is the best part!!!

  3. I would really like your grandparents to pack me a picnic basket. A roasted red pepper, procuitto, and mozzerella sandwich has me dreaming (drooling) of NYC.

    1. It was a really good sandwich! With the delayed flight, we were grateful to have it because Dutch Oven was so not happening.

      My grandparents truly think that I will starve if I don't have Italian food every few hours.

  4. I'm glad you and Seb aren't wasting away or being deprived of cheese while out of France. I know how seriously the French take their food!

    1. The Italians may be worse!!

      Welcome back from vacation, Miss! xo.

  5. Love the rooster story w gramps

  6. Hahaha the Dutch Oven....that's unfortunate. We have a convenience store in Colorado called the Kum 'n' Go, which I think is pretty bad also!

    This looks like such a cool place. I love those shells and that crazy camo building!

    1. Ahahahaha! Kum n' Go!! That's hysterical! That trumps Dutch Oven, for sure, but both are pretty gross. Thanks for sharing, that just got a hearty chuckle out of me!