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Tonight i decided to go to the Bahamian Kitchen for dinner. A late dinner, I'll note. I never did get to the beach. It cooled off and was supposed to thunderstorm, so I napped instead. Alas I napped just long enough that I missed the bookstore. Things close down *early* here, man. 5:30! Madness! Or else I'm spoiled. To be honest it has been a while since I've lived anywhere with shops, as opposed to malls, box stores, and supermarkets. Actually I like shops better, despite the hours.

Anyway, I napped, went to the (just closed) bookstore, came back, typed up a section of one of my long running but long neglected serial stories, then went out to dinner at the Bahamian Kitchen. I found the place last year after it had just opened, and remembered them having good food. They havea restaurant and a bar, but I recalled that hey did take out so i wasn't worried about the restaurant being closed. I apparently shouldn't have worried at all! I was waved in to the bar, then over through the entrance to the restaurant, where I was given a dinner menu and basically had the whole place to myself, with the realy nice waiter named Brandon. I had grouper fingers, peas and rice, fried plantain, and coleslaw, which is pretty much what I had the first time I was there, according to entries from last year's trip. Yum!

But then a strange thing hapened! last year, there was a guy that I would see aroundf a lot in the evening and chat to a bit, a nice older local guy whi was in realestate, I think? I saw him a number of times last year, in any case, and he was nice. I was sure I'd mentioned him in one of my entries, but if I did I couldn't find it. (ETA: ahhh, here we go!) Anyway, he was in the bar part of the Kitchen when I passed through, but I didn't see him playing dominoes. But he came in to the kitchen while I was there, I think just to see who I was, as he is a friendly type. he wanted to know how I'd known to come here. I recognized him, but I wasn't sure he recognized me. He asked where I was from, etc, and I could see the question in his face, and he asked how I knew to come to that restaurant, and I told him I'd been there last year. Then he knew he remembered me, wooh! I think the tattoo helps though ;) We talked for a bit - apparently he and his cousin and his cousin's sons have oppened a restaturant since I was here last. I actually saw it yesterday as I was wandering out towards the fish fry, and he said I had to stop by. It's called 'Coconuts' or something along those lines. Has coconuts in the name, at least! And serves Bahamian cuisine, so cool with me. I promised I'd stop by when I come back to Nassau.

He asked me my travel plans, too, and then he offered to drive me to the ferry tomorrow morning! So if that works out it will be hella convenient! Still I think I'm going to stop by one of the bank machines later just to make sure I have money for a taxi if I need it. If I miss the ferry *out* I think I'll cry ;_;