After taking a bite of the Coconut Encrusted Shrimp, I could have taken another sip of the Crystal Persuasion Imperial Pale Ale, closed my eyes, let the strong hops win the battle for my palate, listened to the din of a conversational crowd accented by a backbeat of lively kitchen noises, felt the heat on my skin, and convinced myself I was in some vibrant down in the Florida Keys on a humid coastal night, wasting away again in Margaritaville (or “Beerville”, in this case).
