Most readers know that while I happily dine in the Baltimore-Washington Metro Area, my taste bud of taste buds is in St. Pete. Many is the reason, but today we'll elaborate on downtown's Saturday Morning Market.
This market beats the oft-heralded Baltimore Farmer's Market for a few reasons: fresh-squeezed OJ and cored-while-you-watch pineapple, more artisan foods like this uhhh-mazing salsa and excellent breads and prepared salads, and several kitschy yet sophisticated made-to-order food stands as well as a fair-trade tea and coffee hut (although I am generally a free trader, I can be swayed at times). For $6 you can get an omelette with hashbrowns and toast and sit at a darling little table and listen to local musicians jam, while the sun warms your skin and the atmosphere your heart. (Yeah, I get really cheesey about St. Pete.)
We arrived on a balmy afternoon around one, hungry even after a delicious farewell noshing at The Breakfast Nook in Bradenton. By noontime, vendors were sold out of fair-trade iced tea, homemade meatball subs, slow-cooked bbq ribs, roasted turkey legs. So J opted for the grilled sausage because it was pretty much the only option. Cold off the grill, mealy, dry bun, and poor-grade mustard. Alas.
Lesson learned. If everything else is sold out, there's a reason the grilled sausage is still up for grabs.
But still. Something about it was monumentally delicious. Ah, St. Pete.
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