St. Petersburg has a Beach Drive bar scene built for visitors and a completely different bar culture for locals. This is the latter — from a dive open since 1950 to a Kenwood neighborhood watering hole open until 3am.
Seminole Heights has the best brewery density in Tampa. This is the North Florida Avenue corridor — Angry Chair, Florida Avenue Brewing Co., Brew Bus, Common Dialect — and how to do it right in one evening on foot.
Walk south on Howard Avenue around seven on a Thursday and you can read the entire social calendar of South Tampa off the sidewalk chalkboards. A wine bar two doors down from a Cuban sandwich counter, a tattoo parlor next to a pilates studio, a line of valet cones blooming at dus
Ask ten Tampanians where to find the city's best Cuban sandwich and you'll get eleven answers, a brief history lecture, and at least one person willing to die on the salami hill. The Tampa Cuban is its own creature — Genoa salami layered in with the ham, roast pork, Swiss, pickle
Tampa's drinking scene tilts low-slung and brick-walled, which means the city's best sunset hours often slip past unnoticed inside dim rooms. The good news for anyone who wants a drink with a sky over it: a handful of terraces, patios, and bar-forward dining rooms across Ybor Cit
St. Petersburg treats weekend mornings as a sport. The sidewalks along Central Avenue fill before 10 a.m., the patios on Beach Drive get a steady breeze off Tampa Bay, and the line at any espresso bar between MLK and 4th Street tells you exactly which neighborhood has figured out
Walk west from the downtown waterfront on Central Avenue and somewhere around 16th Street the city changes register. The buildings drop to one and two stories, the awnings start advertising vinyl and vintage Levi's, and a four-story mural of a heron or a stag or a woman with butt
The roosters get you first. They strut across 7th Avenue at noon like they own the place, descendants of birds that escaped cockfighting pits a century ago, and the city long ago gave up trying to remove them. They are protected now, technically, and they will hold up traffic on
The first sign that something is happening in Crystal River isn't the banners downtown or the tents going up on Citrus Avenue. It's the boat trailers. By the Friday before the festival weekend, every motel lot from US-19 to Kings Bay is stacked with them, and the line for coffee
Tampa locals can usually tell Memorial Day weekend is here without checking a calendar. The thump rolls across the bay from the Raymond James parking lots around 3 p.m. Saturday, the rideshare surge pricing on Dale Mabry climbs past 4x by sundown, and someone in your group text s
By the last Saturday in June, downtown St. Pete has rearranged itself. The northbound lanes of Bayshore Drive are coned off before sunrise, the bars along Central pull their patio gates open early, and the waterfront parks fill with sound checks that carry across the harbor to th
By the time the parade steps off, 7th Avenue has already done a full costume change. The wrought-iron balconies above the cigar shops are draped in flags that were not there at sunrise, the brick pavers are tacky with spilled horchata and sunscreen, and the bouncers outside the h
The Florida State Fair lives in a strange pocket of the calendar: too early for spring break crowds, too late for the holidays, planted in those flat February weeks when Tampa weather finally cooperates and the rest of the country is still scraping windshields. Drive east on I-4
The Florida Strawberry Festival is the rare Florida event where the marketing materials undersell the reality. Plant City sits on a sand ridge that drains just right for winter strawberries, and for eleven days every year the town hosts what is essentially a working agricultural
By mid-January, the pirate flags start showing up on porches in South Tampa, the bead inventory at every party store doubles, and the conversation at neighborhood bars shifts to a single question: which house has the bathroom this year. Gasparilla is less a festival than a citywi