Travel Blog

Met Ellen, an ex-Sun-Sentinel reporter, at the new Bluejay's Cafe for lunch yesterday, and while we were catching up on news Liz, another former Sun-Sentinelian, walked in. Granted, there are a lot of ex-newspaper people walking around these days, but this was surprising because Liz lives in Memphis. Word of Bluejay's, open less than a month, had gotten around.

Which is not surprising. It's a beautiful space, spare and tasteful. Our waitress, tall and graceful, could not have been nicer. I ordered the fish tacos (this is the place owned by the guy from Taos I wrote about last month) and Ellen got the quesadilla. My three tacos arrived on warm corn tortillas, the fish nicely grilled instead of fried. I swapped one for a slice of Ellen's quesadilla, which looked less exciting but had more zip.

While we were eating, the owners of Gran Forno walked in. I walked over and learned that they were return customers. I almost wished I were back at the paper, going out for lunch every day.