Taste of the Tropics
I get two weeks off from work every April. That's right -- Passover represent, bitches! And usually by the time I reach that point in April, I'm about ready to claw my own eyeballs out and I need that vacation like yo' mama needs an STD test.
This year, we'll be taking that vacation in Tahiti (Moorea and Bora Bora, actually). This is a vacation that's been a loooong time in the works (we wanted to go for our honeymoon but had negative money in the bank at the time).
Now this is a great vacation for any water related activity (great for the tropical fish obsessed Jon), and for soaking up the rays and for a good deal of romance/sex. Not too shabby if you ask me.
But the real question I have, and it's a tough one because I don't think Tahiti is known for it's culinary prowess (kick ass vanilla beans excepted), is where the fuck am I going to eat?
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art"
-- La Rochefoucauld