24 Hour Adrenalin Rush:: Daytona, Florida. part 4
Night After the day we had, only someplace really special would do for refueling. Again, quite honestly, I wasn’t expecting anything in Daytona to knock my socks off, fine-dining wise. Wrong again. (Well, at least I admit it when I’m wrong…unlike should we say… Bruce.) When we reached Martini’s Chophouse I knew we were in…