Wandering around the Small Boat Marina area I pinged quite a few very nice looking eateries on (what turned out to be) Queensway Quay which is a really beautiful development by anyone’s standards. It’s so attractive that in order to illustrate that to readers I shamelessly pinched the photo below from the Twitter page of one of my virtual friends (MN); although my favourite areas of the Rock are very much up in the Old Town, around any of the ramparts or up the Mediterranean Steps I’m not adversed to enjoying some of the more modern developments when they ‘fit’. When I looked along at some of those lovely eateries along Queensway Quay which included the Waterfront and the Rendezvous I had no doubt they fitted in beautifully.

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(Queensway Quay, Gibraltar)

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Back at the Bristol I told my companions all about the very lovely looking restaurants I’d discovered down by the Quay and though they were really excited at the prospect of eating at one of them they didn’t want to go there today, preferring to enjoy the anticipation of looking forward to getting dressed up and going there tomorrow. Today, they decided, they’d like to eat at Jury’s on Main Street because every time they’d walked past the place they’d found the smell of gorgeous food wafting from it captivating. Heartily I happily agreed with everything they said, got scrubbed up and was ready to rumble. 

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(Street cleaners and bin men prepare for another day tomorrow)

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I’ve always loved evening walks up Main Street although on this occasion it was quite a short one from the Bristol to Jury’s. Having said that we all naturally enjoyed window shopping as we walked and (unusually for me) I totally loved the shoe shop opposite the back of the cathedral; they had a display of blue leather shoes that I fell in love with and promised myself I would buy myself a pair the following day. With all of the walking I’d done up and down the Rock my feet were really feeling the pace and I still had no intention of stopping because there was so much more I still wanted to see.

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(My foot had walked miles but was still ready to walk miles more).

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Sitting outside Jury’s, we took a few photos and had a few drinks as we waited for dinner to arrive. The service was flawlessly delivered by very funny waiters (which I loved); I’m not sure but a think one of them was Irish. Throughout the evening our glasses were never left empty and the food, when it arrived, was truly divine. Slouching back in my seat after stuffing myself stupid I watched the bin men and street cleaners busily getting everywhere ready again for the following day as Carol, Sheila and Joe chatted about how relaxed and chilled out they all felt. 

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Our walk back to the Bristol was even slower than our walk to the Bristol on account of us all feeling as though we weighed an extra stone; on top of that we felt so relaxed and chilled out we were almost horizontal. When we finally got back to our room Carol decided she wanted to look at the photos from the evening out and it was then she realised she had left her camera at Jury’s. I immediately shot out of the room, ran downstairs, out the door and up the street to Jury’s only to find it closed. The following day I went straight back to Jury’s to find the staff had found our camera and put it safely away for us until we were able to collect it. We didn’t just have wonderful and attentive service from very funny waiters, and a gorgeous meal from a talented chef; we were also very much looked after by a very honest team. To have lost our photos would have been devastating. Thank you Jury’s X 

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