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Wow, I am so ashamed of myself. I’ve lived in South Florida for 15 years, and until last weekend I’d never been to Everglades City, stone crab capital of the universe. This little one-horse town is a seafood-lover’s wet dream, and it’s barely two hours drive from the door of my Lake Worth shack to the parking lot of the Ivy House Bed and Breakfast, the cutest little hotel you’ll ever want to see and an excellent place to hole up for a couple of nights. In fact, we could practically hop directly out of our hotel window and cross a small expanse of grass to get to City Seafood, which not only sold stone crab claws by the bucketload (five large claws went for about $15) but also the best smoked fish dip I have ever tasted. We sat at picnic tables overlooking the water and consumed great quantities of gator bites, fried oysters, and grouper fingers, and I can tell you it was all beyond delicious.