Lyndsay Anderson is a Scottish woman and culinary expert living the expat life in South Florida. Every week, she'll share her innermost thoughts about our tropical-tinged foods, rum-soaked drinks, and all-around curious habits.
exciting for me, a European, to be in America for this National
holiday. I hope it's going to be like it is in the movies. There's
going to be fireworks, right?
Tuesday 6th July
Our day trip took us to Fort Lauderdale with the promise of a barbecue and beers on the beach. We arrived in Fort Liqourdale just as a monsoon was driving everyone from the beach and into the nearest bar for shelter. We ducked into a jam-packed Dirty Blondes bar for a bucket of cold beer and plenty of people-watching. This was my first time in Dirty Blondes, and I'd describe it as "unique" and not the kind of wholesome all-American scene that I had mentally envisioned for the 4th of July. It was like a college party meets a wet T-shirt competition. Wait a minute, it was just like Spring Break!
Girls were exchanging bikini tips, parading their wares, and eating vodka-soaked gummi bears in the ladies toilet, and guys were slamming Jager bombs and chanting "FSU!" at the bar. We left Dirty Blondes as the storm was subsiding and were led up a back alley, past statues of pirates and into the rain-soaked Pirate Republic. A group of girls that looked like the reserve team from a Victoria's Secrets campaign were ably amusing the crowds in their star-spangled bikinis, and guys were practicing their punches on a Boxer machine. The walls are covered in scribbles, and pirate paraphernalia hangs from the ceiling, but the barmaid was friendly and pouring glasses of something that resembles sake. Before we knew it, the hours were creeping on, we had not eaten a thing, and we were thumping our fists on the bar and slamming back shots.