The Great Lunch Expedition
The night we arrived at Captain Morgan’s Retreat we had dinner at their restaurant, and it was most grand. For lunch the next day we figured there must be something besides. The literature we had showed other places close by. “Close by” is a relative term. It’s apparent that Ambergris Kaye in Belize is not completely built out. Captain Morgan’s turns out to be hung out on a long stretch of road leading north up the coast, and there is not much close around. Evidence is that only recently a concrete road was poured up past the resort, and exploring additional options required a trek along this strip. Here is Barbara Jean exploring new territory.
Here’s what to expect on the island. There is not much in the way of real automobile traffic, nor is there the need. Motorized (not electric) go-carts are the dominant mode of transportation. You often see them chugging along in formation.
On our trek we came upon a place called Coco Beach Resort, but more had been promised farther on. We arrived at Belizean Shores Resort and invited ourselves in. There was no doubt this is a first class operation, and we prowled the grounds looking for the restaurant. We kept asking people, and they kept pointing in this direction. Finally somebody by the pool said the restaurant was in the main building, upstairs. It was upstairs. On the third floor. And it was not open.
But by the stairwell there was a restroom, so the trip may have been worth it. I took this photo from the stairs.
We figured Coco Beach Resort would be our next option, and we hiked back there. Interesting place. There was a barrier across the entrance, and we had to inform the security guy we were not staying at the resort—we only wanted to eat at the restaurant. He noted our arrival in his book and waived us through.
And this was the place.
There were tables out by the pool, and a barbecue serving station had been set up. We went for the barbecued chicken with rice, and it was outstanding. The flies thought so, as well, because as soon as our food arrived they pounced. We had to continually fight them off, and I finished off mine before they could get at it.
Barbara thinks we may have better luck next time, and we will give it another go. It didn’t appear other guests were having to fight the flies, so the plan is to sit farther from the serving stations. Details to follow. Or not.