On our trip to Palm Beach last week, my Mr. and I drove down A1A to Delray Beach, a laid-back beach town I used to escape to for live music and shopping for wares by local artisans. This time, we stopped for dinner at one of my old favorite spots, DADA. I hadn’t been to Delray since I left 11 years ago, and the town is more vibrant and buzzy than ever before. DADA is under new ownership since I last ate there, but the warm and cozy atmosphere was very much the same. We ordered small plates—mandarin orange gazpacho, a kale salad with sardines and parmesan, a Moroccan medley of couscous and hummus, and, for him, bacon-wrapped dates—and I braved a strawberry-basil mojito, which muscled me out of the ring.
I’ve always loved Delray’s slightly boho vibe.
The highlight of the night was dessert at Sloan’s, to which I give credit for my ice cream addiction. My old Coffee & Donuts standby was still on the menu, and I combined it with a scoop of Cookie Monster since two flavors are always better than one.
The bathroom at Sloan’s leaves little to the imagination, but when you lock the door, the windows frost over. Maybe I’m immature, but this idea never gets old.
Sloan’s is one of those places that can pull me out of a slump or, in this case, make an already-perfect day even better. Do you have a spot like that?