Paula and I spent a lovely weekend in Venice, Florida at a great little bed & breakfast called the Banyan House. Built in 1926, this Spanish-style home features five guest rooms and five separate apartments. The hosts, Chuck & Susan McCormick, were friendly and gracious, and the breakfasts were fantastic.
At one point, we went in search of a shop called The Cigar Room. As we were driving around looking for it, Paula spied a shop called Scamotz Tobacco & Pipes. I quickly turned around and pulled in, anxious to explore a new (and unknown, since I hadn't come across it on the Internet) tobacco shop...maybe picking up a new pipe or discovering a delightful new tobacco.
After we parked the car and approached the open door to the shop, I noticed it was filled with tables and chairs and the aroma wafting from the door wasn't typical of a tobacco or cigar shop. In fact, it smelled like a restaurant.
Before we walked in, we took a few steps back and double-checked the sign above the door. To my utter dismay and disappointment, it read "Scamotz Tomato Pies" - it was a pizza parlor!
Sigh...no new pipes or tobaccos on this trip. And when we found The Cigar Room, it was closed for the day.
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