okay, there i was, a gonzo journalist living in paradise. i had just gotten a job with a weekly newspaper, the OBSERVER, as editor of the publication. my publisher had rented a villa for me about two miles from the pinney's beach and gave me a car to get around. i had heard about sunshine's from a friend and i wanted to go fishing. so on a saturday morning, i loaded my fishing rod and some frozen shrimp into the tiny alto and drove down to sunshine's. there he was wearing a huge smile and preparing jerk chicken and some other island delacies on his grill. i bought a drink at the bar and went down to the edge of the ocean and tried to catch some fish. nothing. not a bite for an hour. finally sunshine came over to me wearing that friendly grin. WHAT YOU USING FOR BAIT? he asked. i told him SHRIMP. he shook his head, NO, NO MAN, THESE FISH DON'T LIKE SHRIMP. I TRAINED THEM TO EAT MY CHICKEN. he waddled back to the bar and brought me some chicken. i put some on the hook, cast it out and landed a fish. i caught half a dozen more in the next 45 minutes and sunshine grilled them for me and served them. delicious. sunshine is nevis. go see him and take a fishing pole. the experience will remain with you forever. rick lanning, the celestial cowboy

Gotta do Sunshine's on the Beach (a shack). Check out the Enron flag on the roof. Get a killer bee (made from the local 'shine). Perfect caribbean beach atmosphere.