No shoes. No rush. No ordinary table.
Hopkins
serves it
fresh.
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Swinging Armadillo sits out over the Caribbean on the northside of Hopkins, tucked under a yellow thatched roof right on the sand. You come for lunch, feel the breeze, order another cold one—and somehow sunset arrives.
Our food is generous, familiar and unmistakably Belizean. Ask what came in fresh. We’ll point you toward the right plate.
Find the one over the water ↗






