The day started with breakfast at Goldman’s Deli, located in a shopping center on Route 1 as you head out of (or in to) Key West. At about 9 a.m., it was bustling. The menu looks like any other Jewishy deli, the people who work there look like every other deli staff, and the menu could be from a Goldman’s Deli anywhere. There was nothing that resembled anything else we saw in Key West. The food was fine. But strange things happened.

Edie ordered granola and yogurt. Our server (name given only on request) came back and said, ” I forgot to ask. You want 8 or 16 ounces of yogurt?”

I ordered oatmeal  with brown sugar and raisins. She brought me oatmeal and brown sugar. She apologized and said, “We are looking for the raisins.”

The raisins came several minutes later. When they arrived, Edie asked for tea. Our server said “Sure” and walked away. Five minutes later, she returned without the tea, but with a question. “What did you ask me for? My brain isn’t working this morning.”

When we were finished, she put our check on the table. I put a credit card on the check and it was whisked away by a different  employee, who looked to me like he was a second or third generation Goldman.

Time passed. All of a sudden, a third server appeared near the register, held my credit card high, and in a loud voice, yelled “Is there an Arthur Hessel here? We have your credit card.”

Do I recommend Goldman’s? Absolutely. The selection of bagels looked excellent, as did all the pastries, even though we tried none of them.

The ride to West Palm Beach (actually Riviera Beach) was fine and uneventful. We are at our friends’ condo with a beautiful view. 

Last night, we saw the Nats beat the Mets 5 to 4, scoring in the bottom of the 9th on a double by Nasim Nunez. Today, we go back to see the Nats and the Cardinals. Tomorrow,  we continue north. Home on the 12th.