An almost empty plate of bean and corn enchiladas at Jack Flat's restaurant on the 500 block of Duval.
A pile of salsa a splotch of sour cream and a leaf of lettuce was all that was left after the vultures out drinking had devoured it.
Somebody was ordering pitchers of Yuengling and I kept finding a full glass in from of me. My wife loves the bean and corn deep fried things served here and at Fogarty's as both places have the same owner . 
Ashley brought by a plate of nachos: 
For this is bar food in a sports bar. You know it's a sports bar because of the multiplicity of televisions. Hard core sports fans were taken aback by the sight of snow mobiles racing on water.
It seemed like an odd sport to me but the racers were having fun. I expect if they stopped having fun and stopped their machines they would sink.
Being the gloomy gus I am I looked at this stupidity and wondered if this was the bread and circus equivalent we have been warned about right before the end of the world as we know it. In the event it turned out not to be, and I had time for another Yuengling.
Scott, Lars, his son Josh, wife and me lurking in a dark recess at Jack Flats. I must have had my guard reduced by beer to allow this picture to be taken. We were playing tourist though so perhaps it was in the spirit of the afternoon.
I am not sure but I believe Jack Flats makes one of the best burgers in Key West.
I am not very keen on walls lined with televisions as is the norm in sports bars but Jack Flats has it's own style of decoration and as it includes lots of old pictures of life in the Keys I quite enjoy taking a look: 
It was a decadent afternoon for the wife and I- fried food and beer in the daylight hours:
And the men's loo offered all sorts of alluring promises for a good time on the water.
And sporting nonsense too for those that know what this means:
It may have been light outside but it was dark enough inside: 
A quick look at a couple more pictures and we were out in the sun.
The beer had taken it's toll on Josh struggling with his blackberry:
And Scott: 
A place and a time for a drink. A time and a place for a designated driver. My wife complained bitterly on the way home I am a terrible back seat driver. What can I say?
A pile of salsa a splotch of sour cream and a leaf of lettuce was all that was left after the vultures out drinking had devoured it.Somebody was ordering pitchers of Yuengling and I kept finding a full glass in from of me. My wife loves the bean and corn deep fried things served here and at Fogarty's as both places have the same owner . Ashley brought by a plate of nachos: For this is bar food in a sports bar. You know it's a sports bar because of the multiplicity of televisions. Hard core sports fans were taken aback by the sight of snow mobiles racing on water.It seemed like an odd sport to me but the racers were having fun. I expect if they stopped having fun and stopped their machines they would sink.
Being the gloomy gus I am I looked at this stupidity and wondered if this was the bread and circus equivalent we have been warned about right before the end of the world as we know it. In the event it turned out not to be, and I had time for another Yuengling.Scott, Lars, his son Josh, wife and me lurking in a dark recess at Jack Flats. I must have had my guard reduced by beer to allow this picture to be taken. We were playing tourist though so perhaps it was in the spirit of the afternoon.I am not sure but I believe Jack Flats makes one of the best burgers in Key West.
I am not very keen on walls lined with televisions as is the norm in sports bars but Jack Flats has it's own style of decoration and as it includes lots of old pictures of life in the Keys I quite enjoy taking a look: 
It was a decadent afternoon for the wife and I- fried food and beer in the daylight hours:And the men's loo offered all sorts of alluring promises for a good time on the water.And sporting nonsense too for those that know what this means:
It may have been light outside but it was dark enough inside: 
A quick look at a couple more pictures and we were out in the sun.The beer had taken it's toll on Josh struggling with his blackberry:And Scott: 
A place and a time for a drink. A time and a place for a designated driver. My wife complained bitterly on the way home I am a terrible back seat driver. What can I say?
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Ah, Jack Flats. One of our favorite lunchtime haunts when we come to town. I'm sure we'll visit during our next trip, tentatively scheduled for the first week of June!
The wife and I aren't really sports bar people but I do like to order out when I am at work. Josh is just a bad influence so i end up drinking Yeungling in the afternoon..
Dear Sir:
You look different wearing a red shirt and a baseball cap.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads: The Motorcycle Blog For Riders With Balls
Thats the name of the place, for the life of me I couldn't remember it. My daughter took me there once. I have to go back this July. I had a shrimp club, it was really good.Maybe I'll try the burger this time.
Think of me tomorrow while it snows here, 6-12 inches of the white crap again................
Huh, I thought that was you in the front of that picture, I always thought you were much younger..............
Judi, via Mr Conchscooter:
He actually is much, much younger. That's what living in KW does to your aging process.
Mr Conchscooter:
I can't believe how alike we are. I don't like sports or sports bars either. Now I'm torn, do I order the Shrimp Club or the Hamburger, Hmmm. It's going to take me months to decide. Perhaps we could order them between us and split the meal. Jack can have Free Range KW chicken
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Next time I will try the shrimp club because I hate getting stuck in a pattern. I actually quite like Jack Flats because there is room to sit away from the bar and the food is better than the average fried stuff. It's at 509 Duval between Southard and Fleming so it's decent food centrally located. riepe will just want to drink and fondle women so bobskoot and I will go without him.
Mr Conchscooter:
I really like when you have your Restaurant Reviewer Hat ON and can suggest "Conch" recommended places where you can have a meal in peace.
A shrimp club would be good right now as it is coming up to lunch hour
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Sugarloaf Food Company on Saturday, seeing as I how I am getting in the habit of giving the game away.
Boys:
I am looking forward to a rider's vacation, with rider's drinks, rider's entertainment, and a rider's public defender. I was thinking we could all get tattos too.
I would be delighted if you simply point me in the direction of a run-down rum joint, facing the water, where the catch of the day is still struggling in the kitchen (sans grunts, sil vous plait), and where the entertainment consists of a hot tomato (determined to show me how seamless her tan is).
You and Bob Skoot can shop for pink crocs and matching manties (http://rickoshea.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/manties.jpg) for all I care. Runor has it that Bob will be touring the Keys in a minivan anyway.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
PS: I dialed that number on the poster (on the wall in "Jack Flats") and that woman is going to meet me. Her name is Leeza "The Pleeza." She has a voice like hot honey dripping over my fingertips.
Thanks...You're the best, Conch.
You are a sick fuck. Can' t wait to meet in may.
Dear Sir:
I cannot believe you resisted the urge to send me to "Jack Fats."
Riepe
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