A Brit in the Bay: My Unexpected Love Affair with Tampa’s "Sweet Soul"
I’ll be honest with you: my expectations for American food prior to landing in the United States were… specific. I anticipated burgers the size of my head, cheese that comes out of a spray can, and portions that could feed a small hamlet in the Cotswolds for a week. This is my first time crossing the pond, and I decided to skip the chaos of New York and the theme parks of Orlando to see what a "real" American city looks like. I landed in Tampa, Florida. Two things hit me immediately. First, the humidity. It is like walking into a warm bath while fully clothed. Coming from London, where "summer" is usually just two days in July where the rain gets slightly warmer, this was a shock to the system. Second, the sheer obsession with "wellness" in the South Howard district (locals call it SoHo). Desperate to escape the midday sun without resorting to a pub—sorry, bar —at 11 AM, I stumbled upon a little oasis called Sweet Soul at 1101 South Howard Avenue. It lo...