What?! You’re probably thinking. Yes, yes, I know Key West is known for its drag scene, Buffet-loving Parrotheads and spring breakers, but I was aiming for a fanny-pack-free trip to the Conch Republic. And thanks to Chris Shultz from The Porch and his local crew for showing me the way.
Key West is weird in all the right ways. More New Orleanslike than I expected. I sought out a less-tacky and touristy, more edgy way to experience the southernmost point in the U.S. So that’s what I wrote about in my new piece for New York magazine, “Be a Grown-up in Key West.”
And make no mistake, being a grown up doesn’t mean you have to stay sober.
[pictured above: La Creperie in the colorful Bahama Village neighborhood.]