There is a saying that adventure travel is only adventurous after the fact. during the trip it is more like a day-long pain in the butt. sometimes fly fishing is like that. It is not until the last rays of the sun (or later for those Madison river evenings) slip away that the day starts to become fishing stories. As friends gather around a table of food and drink the eats become more epic, the flies smaller, the wind harsher, the misses more painful and the mistakes become more hilarious. It is here, in this moment, that memories are cast. And it is here, in this place, at this time, that you need a cold one, a fried one and one on a bun. Or something like that. Follow my blog with bloglovin

Titusville, FL


Lonely little Titusville is a land that time forgot. And maybe not in a good way. But if you are chasing redfish (and if you're not, why the hell not?) then here are some places to keep you fat and happy. Just like those big 'ole fish.

The Shamrock & Thistle Pub
2035 Cheney Hwy
No food. No atmosphere. But they have quality pints from across the pond on tap. The owners are friendly folks from the UK. Watched the US v. England World Cup match here and there were as many flags with the cross of St. George as there were with stars and stripes. It's the type of place where locals gather for the big game and bring pot luck.

Corky Bells Seafood
4885 N Cocoa Blvd, Cocoa, FL 32927
Food by the ton. Sweet tea by the gallon. Heart attacks by the dozen. Just fry it.

El Leoncito 4280 South Washington Ave, Titusville, FL 32780
From what I could tell I would skip the Mexican part of the menu and aim straight for the Cuban dishes. Vieja Ropa was like momma's Sunday pot roast.
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