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Foxy’s Bar
18.43° N and 64.71° W
Jost Van Dyke, British Virgin Islands
www.foxysbar.com

For those seeking the ultimate cheeseburger in paradise all roads and GPS coordinates end at Foxy’s Bar, a beach hideaway chilling under the palms in Great Harbor on Jost Van Dyke Island, one of the jewels of the British Virgin Island (BVI) chain. Located just ‘over the hill’ from the famously wild Soggy Dollar Bar, Foxy’s too throws its share of signature parties, but stands out from the BVI bar crawl because of its awesome food and home-brewed beers.

Our crew decided to hike from White Bay to Great Harbor on the island’s only ‘road’, a steep and curvy golf-cart path that the locals drove as if it were a rollercoaster ride, rather than take the dingy to Foxy’s from our sailboat. At the top of our climb we realized the payoff, killer views of the turquoise bay we were moored in below, plus dramatic vistas of the Caribbean and Great Harbor.

   

Minutes later we were strolling through main street in Great Harbor, past Corsair’s Beachside Restaurant and Bar, a couple of lemonade style beachside bars, a beachside graveyard and bunch of lazy, leaning palm trees. Foxy’s was tucked away in the shade at the far end of the beach.

My nose drew me in, and I floated ala Barny Rubble towards Foxy’s bar. It smelled like burgers, and jerk spices, and beer. Reggae, not Jimmy Buffett, played over the loudspeakers.

A few days prior, some Brits on Norman Island had urged us to go to Foxy’s for burgers, and we had doubted them, simply because they were Brits.

“Ever had a cheeseburger in London?” we had asked each other, collectively. “As if.”

Oh, but those Brits were right on the money. After a couple of weeks of sampling pretenders in the BVIs, Foxy’s finally delivered that ‘cheeseburger in paradise’ moment amidst a crazy atmosphere dominated by dirty lingerie hanging from the ceiling, a well-hung monkey near the bar and some eye candy.

   

Foxy’s greasy cheeseburger was home-made, thick and juicy and cooked to perfection, slapped on a warm bun with some mayo and ketchup, and some fries on the side. No frills, and just perfect that plain ol’ burger way. The home-made amber brew that came with lunch washed down the delightfully greasy burger with notes of banana and coconut, the tastes of the islands.

My wife’s jerk chicken sandwich looked just as tasty. After lunch our crew dove into the hard stuff, sampling Foxy’s rum-filled drink menu. I settled in with a Dread Fox, a limey and cranberry rum fizz bomb, and our crew spent the rest of afternoon dancing and playing on the beach outside Foxy’s.

  

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