Street Art and Burgers: Ft Lauderdale Edition

I love art, from fine art to street art, so I couldn’t help taking a few pictures on my recent visit to Ft Lauderdale. Here are a few snapshots I took after visiting with my friend Frida.

Outside of the NSU Museum
Outside of the NSU Museum

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I’ll never forget the last time I saw Frida. It was in Paris, at the Musée de l’Orangerie. It was a rainy day, and I ducked into a Laduree to eat a truffle omelette. It was pure luxury. I remember this song from Pulp Fiction playing in the background, and I remember feeling that all was right with the world. I was newly separated and scared, but in that brief moment, I was feeling pretty damned okay.

Well, Ft Lauderdale ain’t Paris, but I’ll be okay here too. What choice is there? There are burgers here. I’ll be fine. I went to a place called ROK:BRGR, and wouldn’t you know it, there was a burger with my name on it “Sweet Caroline.” It must be a sign, no? I must be headed in the right direction.

This time, in the background it was 80’s “hair” metal. There was Ozzy Osbourne, The Scorpions, Van Halen… old friends. I was sitting outside, the sun was shining. It’s moments like these where I remember that I may be down, but I’m far from out. “Nope, I’m definitely not out,” I thought to myself, as some skinny bitch turned to stare at my behemoth of a burger with longing LOL. “Don’t hate chicky, cause yeah, I’m going to eat the whole thing, and you can freaking bite me.” Plus, thanks to the grief diet, I can look good while doing it! Hmmm… yes, karma does have it’s rewards.

Mmmm... juicy, sweet, messy and bloody. I can see why it  was a champion at the South Beach Wine & Food Festival. Aged cheddar, BBQ short rib, creamy coleslaw, fried onions,  on a brioche bun. It was pretty fab. I'd give it a 9. The fries were a bit crap though.
Mmmm… juicy, sweet, messy and bloody. I can see why it was a champion at the South Beach Wine & Food Festival. Aged cheddar, sweet and tender BBQ short rib, cool and creamy coleslaw, fried onions, on a brioche bun. It was pretty fab. I’d give it a 9. The fries were a bit crap though.

You know, I’m learning something as time goes on. My life is totally different than the one I used to live, but although my  environment has changed, nobody can take away what makes me special. I don’t live in a city where I have access to great art or fancy food. I don’t have tons of spending money, but I can make do. A queen without a king is a still a queen, even if she is dressed in rags (but carries a Bottega Veneta). It makes me feel kind of proud.

8 Comments

  1. I’ve missed you so much and I’m so glad I’ve found your new blog. I think you and I have nothing at all in common on paper- but i’ve never felt more connected to a blog since i first read you.

    While i was living in London you were kind of a big sister idol with a blog to me- I loved who you were. And not for your fabulous life, which i admit i totally loved, but for who you were. Anyone with a credit card can eat at Laduree and hang out in Claridges but you, you just made it fabulous. Because you’re fabulous. And it doesn’t matter if you’re telling us about skipping through Paris or about your day in a cubicle, you’re as fabulous as you ever were because whatever it is I get from reading your blog makes me feel so at home with myself and connected to you. Its that same magic that makes Beyonce so great, you know?

    I hope you get what I mean and I’m not coming off too creepy!

    xxxx

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    1. Oh my god, I am sooooooo happy to hear from you. I don’t know how you found me but I am so glad you did 💋💋💋 thank you so much for the very sweet things you wrote me, you made my day. If I could I would give you a big hug.
      Love,
      Your Auntie Mamie Aka Caroline

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