Let's Get Crafty

Ifeel like I’m in France. That’s the best way to describe St. Barthelemy, or as it is referred, St. Barths. The island is part of the French West Indies and is located near St. Martin. Our villa sits on the side of a mountain. Almost every villa here sits on the side of a mountain. The view is stunning. Island mountains rising out of the perfect blue Caribbean Sea. The local language is French as many of the islanders are from France. Most of them speak some English as well. But alas, my Kitchen Spanish was of no help to me here. And I used all my French on our first day: bonjour, merci, and toilet. I’m not sure that toilet even counts. Oh, and buku. I learned that one from Vietnam movies.

I grew up outside of Pittsburgh and I’ve hiked the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. I’m used to winding mountainous roads but I’ve never experienced mountain roads like these. The road leading up to our villa can be best described as a spiral staircase that turns in several different directions. It’s that tight, that steep, and that winding. And to make things even more exciting, it’s a two-way street which is barely wide enough for one car. The cars here are mostly small, which is helpful. I asked our driver what happens if a car is coming the other way. He said that they figure it out. Unlike in the States, everyone here drives very cautiously and courteously. The terrain demands it. I find the roads a bit unnerving and my New Orleans-raised wife finds them terrifying.

As our ferry arrives in the town of Gustavia, St. Barths, the sites are astounding. Amazing large yachts dot the harbor. Beautiful buildings are everywhere. Lovely villas are scattered on the mountainsides. I note the shops that line the street adjacent to the dock: Hermes, Prada, Dior. And everyone is dressed accordingly. Even the dock hands are wearing collared shirts that are tucked into pressed shorts. I’m sure this island has a poorer section, but it is not on display here. This is not like any Caribbean Island I have ever seen. This is the Hamptons of the Caribbean, but with a European flare. Wealthy French and Americans vacation here. Once we settle into our villa, and I settle into my first cigar, I can hear a rooster crowing over the hill from us. I look over to see a mother goat and her kid kneeling and drinking from our pool. Clearly, I am in the Caribbean. And it’s wonderful.

The culture in the French West Indies is a little different from other Caribbean islands. The main drink of choice here is wine, both French and American. And, like the other islands, rhum is popular. (I will use the French spelling, rhum, for this article.) The local currency is the Euro, but American dollars are also accepted. You find the common Caribbean beers: Caribe, Presidente, Red Stripe, etc. and St. Barths does have its own craft beer. I try it. It’s nothing that I want to write about. Craft rhum and Cuban cigars are this island’s treasurers.

During my second night on the island, I had the pleasure of meeting Eddy Stakelborough, the owner of Eddy’s Ghetto restaurant. Don’t let the name fool you, this restaurant is beautiful. It’s a superb casual dining experience, French food with an island twist. A TGIFridays this is not. It is obvious that Eddie is an islander by his appearance. He is thin and tanned with grayish hair pulled back in a ponytail and a well-trimmed grayish beard. He is dressed very casually in shorts, a pull over linen island shirt, and flip flops. He even wears flip flops in his kitchen, something that would never be allowed in the States. Eddie is charming and loquacious, typical qualities of most restaurateurs. I know that

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I want to start by thanking Eddy. This rhum is great! I get fruit sweetness on the nose, some apricot, mango, passion fruit, and even grape. The flavor on the palate is all fruit and delightful. Along with the apricot and mango, you get melon, figs, pear, oak, and a hint of raspberry. The tastes blend wonderfully together. The finish is subtle but sweet with vanilla and a bit of brown sugar.

Romeo Y Julieta has long been the quintessential Cuban cigar. The company has several variations of its famous original Churchill. The Short Churchill is by far the best of these. The flavors blend wonderfully together. You get hay on the initial puff. Afterwards, chocolate on the early tastes, then red wine, apple, and toffee come through, but none of them dominate. It’s a delightful smoke and well worthy of its 92 Cigar Aficionado rating.