The Dunmore, Harbour Island- Preppy Chic

The first time I walked into the Dunmore, I practically squealed with delight. It's SO PREPPY! I felt like I had gone back to 80s Burlington. It reminded me of everyone's sunroom, but much better, of course. Lunch on the terrace provides one of the best views of the pink sand beach and water, as you can see above. The food is amazing, and they make particularly good mojitos.

At night, it really shines, if you ask me. It's a bit more formal, as are the guests. Men wore blue blazers, which went nicely with their pink shirts. The first night we had dinner there, I wore a blue dress, which went nicely with my pink sunburn. At least there was fine Champagne by the glass, so I could be elegantly buzzed while looking like an American flag (red, white and blue!)

Outdoor sink at the D.

This year, we didn't make it for dinner, but had a few lunches. It's a view and a location I can't resist. When Sip Sip is crowded and since the OVC doesn't always do lunch, this is where you'll find me. I had a perfect grouper sandwich, which I watched the chef grill on the giant outdoor barbecue. The sweet potato fries were crispy and cooked just right. And did I mention the mojitos??

My only regret was not stealing a bunch of napkins. They're like cute linen tea towels, with a giant D on them. Instead of stuffing them into my beach bag, I figured I'd just buy myself a set, but it turns out they're not for sale. This is what I get for being a good person. I hope I earned enough good karma from not being a thief to ensure that I get back to the Dunmore next year.

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