We're on our way to Cedar Key, a town you've got to work to reach. We turn onto the pastoral and cedar-lined Route 24, passing dozens of wooden clam shacks built on stilts over lazy water. The heat is oppressive, and Florida's legendary humidity breathtaking. I hold my breath while the grizzled snack purveyor scowls, then breaks into a smile. Wearing a novelty T-shirt emblazoned EVERYONE LOVES A LATIN BOY, Chef tells Jake that in his opinion the man's fried nuts need a little more spice. ![]() ![]() No doubt we stand out: two gay men driving a flashy car through backwater Florida. ![]() Along cluttered Route 98, we test the brakes when Chef spots Jake's Boiled P-Nuts stand. As he samples local delicacies, several ramshackle vans and pickups gather to gawk.
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