Tips for traveling with a dog!
Pit Stop in Clanton: Real BBQ and Roadside Peace If you’re hauling down to Destin, there’s a spot in Clanton, Alabama, that demands a detour. We pulled into Peach Place, and it reminded me why I prefer wandering over following a spreadsheet. The Spread We didn’t come for small portions, and they didn’t disappoint. The … Read more
Back in the Ridge | Kitchen and Compass Back in the Ridge The door is locked, the bags are dropped, and the coffee is brewing. We’re finally back in Bristol. The trip home was a mixed bag. Zippy handled the miles like a seasoned pro, proving once again that three legs are more than enough … Read more
Kitchen and Compass PIVOTING FOR PIZZA Parking lots shouldn’t dictate your dinner, but sometimes the universe forces a course correction. We aimed for Pecan Craft Kitchen in Fruit Cove, but the parking situation was a disaster. No sense fighting for a spot when you’re hungry. We pivoted and landed at Simone’s Wood Fired Craft Kitchen. … Read more
St. Augustine Day Trip St. Augustine Day Trip Wandering the coast. The world is loud, but the coast has a way of leveling things out. Christy and I loaded up for a day trip to St. Augustine. No complex spreadsheets or tourist traps. Just the road and the salt air. The Afternoon Grind We spent … Read more
Fresh Air and Better Fish: The Grouper Shack If you’re wandering through St. Augustine and want a break from the tourist traps, find your way to the Grouper Shack. It’s the kind of spot where the view is as honest as the food. No fluff, just a deck, a breeze, and a menu that doesn’t … Read more
Life gets loud. Sometimes you need a place where the instructions are simple and the coffee is hot. We found ourselves at IKEA today, navigating the maze of flat-pack furniture and Swedish design. It wasn’t about the bookshelves or the lighting fixtures. It was about the meatballs. The Plate There is a strange, quiet comfort … Read more
Twelve Hours of Asphalt | Kitchen and Compass Kitchen and Compass Direct. Gritty. Honest. Twelve Hours of Asphalt Twelve hours on the road is a lot of asphalt, but it beats a crowded airport terminal any day. Christy and I loaded up the rig and pointed it south toward Fleming Island. No complicated spreadsheets or … Read more
