Shawn R.
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While wandering the dusty thoroughfares of Vieques at the midday hour, we were engaged in that most curious of traveler’s vanities, the polite pretense of satiety, until such time as the hunger issued its inevitable decree. Thus, we found ourselves at the threshold of Mar Azul, which proved to be a decent selection.
Mar Azul honors a fundamental verity, that a repast is most sublime when it is shaped by the spirit of the locale and the quality of one’s companions. Here, one finds no trace of the theatrical or the overwrought; there is no pretension to be found upon the plate.
The prospect of the shoreline is what makes it great, offering a clear view of the ferry’s arrival, a veritable pageant of human industry. The bustle of the landing, as travelers and residents alike go about their business. The restless sea, stirred into a shimmering brilliance by the play of the sun’s rays upon the waves and then coastal theater, where the rhythms of the harbor provide a constant, soothing diversion.
In the languor of the afternoon, we partook of nachos and a selection of local spirited beverages. The fare was ample and honest, intended for communal enjoyment and elevated by the brilliance of our discourse.
Mar Azul requires no artifice, it rests comfortably in its own character, possessing the quiet charm of the harbor and that particular grace which renders a simple luncheon the most cherished portion of the day.