We’ve found it. Our favorite local hangout watering hole here in Belize.
Gimlets? No. Mint Juleps? Sorry. Apple Martinis? Not a chance.
It’s just not this pub’s style. Let’s try again.
How does this sound to you? The coldest Belikin beer in Belize with a side flask of Caribbean Rum…with your name taped on it. Or throwing darts with a group of locals and expats that make you feel like family. Maybe incredible Belizean cuisine sounds yummy to you. Or how about an ex-pat proprietor that knows his way around everything Belize and has the charm and larger-than-life wit of a Vegas headliner. Maybe you’re into that “bar around the corner” atmosphere…the place that feels like home.
It doesn’t matter. You’re going to fall in love with Remo’s Roadhouse. We have.
I once read somewhere that the oldest child makes the rules, the middle kids are the reason for the rules, and the rules don’t apply for the baby of the family. It was certainly the case with David (we call him Pooh). In fact, had he been born first, the rest of us would probably not be here. As hard as my poor parents, grandparents and Dub, Della and I tried to control him, David, in his early years, was a holy terror.
Here’s what I mean.