The downside was that because of the medication, he couldn't have any beer. Oh dear. Well, better drink up...
After guzzling Paul's beer, oh yeah, and wishing him well, we motored on into Corozal to the Sports Bar on the north end of town for dinner. We had been promised by Alma, the chef, that she would be having some beef soup that was just fantastic.
Well, when we got there, she was apologetic in telling us the beef delivery guy had not shown up during the day, so she couldn't do the soup. But their burgers were up to the task and were the recommendation of the night.
We ordered burgers and fries all around and of course, a round or two of Belikins.
At the Sports Bar getting primed for dinner
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At the Sports Bar getting primed for dinner
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At the Sports Bar getting primed for dinner
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None of the three of us could even come close to finishing this feast. We did get an honest-to-goodness doggy box put together of the leftover for Tanya, our guard dog. Of course, she was most appreciative.
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