(also posted on Yelp)
My family and I went here for a weekend lunch. The best chicken curry and chips (fries) I've had in twenty years, and a serious contender for the best I've ever had. Simply sublime. Alongside that, their selection of drinks is outstanding with lots of tasty European ciders 'n things, their "plain" food advertised as "children's food" like cheeseburgers and chicken tenders were really good, and their shawarma was also delicious. It has jumped to the top of our favorite places in the Sanford / Lake Mary area to go for a sit down meal.
A conversation I had with my wife not fifteen minutes ago.
Awesomewife: What type of scones would you like, fresh blueberries or mixed dried fruit?
Me: I don't know, you're asking me to choose between two of my favorite foods. Ok, blindfold me and I'll pick.
Ok. Right, now pick one of these.
But I can't see where they are to pick from.
They're in my hands, so pick one of them.
But I can't find your hands. I know what - flip a coin.
Ok, do you want heads or tails?
I don't know! Roll a D-20.
Ok, you rolled a 17. Accounting for your zero bonus for having an average intelligence, you won the roll. So, which one do you want?
I don't know...
Today I spent hours cutting up 6'-by-8' wooden fences to make them fit and then set them up to cover the 4' tall windows on our back porch; with the wind expected to hit our house from that direction, those single-paned windows were the house's main structural weakness. Meanwhile Jen and the kids got a bunch of things ready indoors.
It's also worth noting that we have a cement brick house with almost all of the main windows rated to be able to cope with hurricane-force winds. Oh, and the roof was replaced this past March. So the house is in good shape.
With (Hurricane) Irma threatening a visit, we were looking all week trying to work out what to do. Should we bail at the first sign of it heading inland, or just hold on and wait through it?
We decided to wait until this evening if we were going to bail; with South Florida doing an official evacuation I was already hearing on Tuesday from coworkers in Atlanta that hotels were filling up. By the time we decided a hotel room might be worthwhile the closest we could find to accept us (with our pets) was in Virginia, 750 miles away; this would be 750 miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic which would balloon its normal 12 hour drive into 20 or 24 hours. At night. With two adults, three kids, three cats and a dog. This meant just running to a hotel wasn't such an easy decision.
Anyway, on Thursday evening the 5pm weather update suggested 90mph winds with gusts to 115mph because the eye was estimated to walk right over us. This obviously scared us quite a bit. But we didn't want to panic, especially when the alternative was the possible 24 hour, 750 mile drive.
The 11pm weather update had the storm starting to move west, which would save us from the full strength of the storm, and then this morning (Friday) the estimates put the eye fifty-ish miles west, leaving us with bare tropical storm winds.
So we're staying. We have a load of supplies, a BBQ grill to cook food if we loose power (which we expect to) and plenty of water. And a bunch of books to read. We'll be fine.
We found out yesterday afternoon that someone was living in our house in Sanford. We were planning to move back into it in two weeks, so this was news to us. After not being able to get ahold of the property manager who had been looking after our house for the past few years I called the local sheriff who sent out a deputy to investigate.
Some asshole somehow broke into our house and then "rented" it to a woman who was just days out of the hospital with a newborn baby. I say "somehow" because there were keys available but they were in a lockbox on one of the doors, so he either broke the lockbox or somehow found the code.
What makes things even more interesting is that he said his name was "Damien McKenna". It's some "white guy with glasses in his 50's" who gave an address in St Cloud, so obviously this prized example of Modern Man had done at least some research. The lease the lady signed just had his name, and another guy's name, but no business info - he said he was the owner.
So I'm in town to file a.. something.. at the sheriff's office and talk with the biggest victim in this whole ordeal - the lady who gave all her savings as a security deposit to rent my house.