September 12, 2011 at 11:12 am , by Serina Patrick
What to do…laugh or cry? LC and I had planned a little beach getaway for his birthday. We were ready to deal with the Labor Day crowds, the heat, the traffic. Yes, we were prepared for just about anything….except a tropical storm.
The cloudy skies and brisk winds were pleasant the first afternoon. We walked across the street from the condo to Sharky’s, a somewhat famous (or infamous) beach bar and restaurant, and ordered margaritas to start off our vacation. Despite LC’s request for no sour mix, it is pretty unlikely that fresh limes were squeezed to make our drinks since they came in enormous plastic souvenir mugs complete with lids and straws. Good for the beach, not so good if you just want a decent drink. It’s hard to put salt around the rim, then put a lid on it…duh.
The majority of the menu was fried, catering to the low-brow crowd that frequents the area. Wings, quesadillas, burgers, fried seafood, fried pickles, onion rings….it would become the standard selection for the next few days. If the weather had been beautiful I’m sure we would have met our annual quota for men with mullets wearing tight denim shorts. But with the storm approaching, the few we saw were forelorn, just trying to hold on to their hats in the 60 mile an hour sustained winds.
Once we made peace with our sub-standard drinks, we ordered an appetizer of crab stuffed oysters, baked with cheese. A trendy salad of field greens, blue cheese, candied walnuts, dried cranberries, grape tomatoes, and a raspberry vinaigrette caught my eye, but it was $14.99, exhorbitantly high for a dish with no protein. So I inquired why it was so expensive. Our belligerent server responded by saying “the manager said so”. Brilliant.
So I ordered it anyway, to share. LC added a chicken quesadilla onto our order….an obvious accompaniment with our margaritas. Soon, the oysters arrived, drowned in melted cheese, with Saltines (in their wrappers) laying on top. Too much cheese. That’s OK, I don’t care much for oysters anyway and the crabmeat stuffing was pretty tasty.
Our salad arrived with grilled chicken. Checking out the menu online, it was clear that the regular price was $9.99, with an extra charge of $5 for chicken. And the kitchen was generous, topping the salad with handfuls of expensive ingredients, which explained the price with more tact than our idiot server. Worth every penny.
The quesadilla came out too, with salsa and jalapenos in to-go containers and a squeeze packet of sour cream…classy. It was surprisingly not greasy, and not surprisingly, lackluster. Chicken, cheese, tortilla, repeat. Is there a spice shortage?
Our subsequent visit for dinner, in the midst of the storm, found us seated at the bar, listening to the cover band’s solid renditions of rock classics from Led Zeppelin to Journey. We decided to get our hands dirty with a half pound of Old Bay steamed shrimp and a full pound of steamed snow crab legs. We couldn’t resist throwing in a basket of onion rings.
Twenty napkins later, we had cracked and peeled our way through the huge plates of shellfish, washing the sweet crab and plump shrimp down with ice cold Corona Lights.
Walking back to the condo was a chore, our bellies full, the wind blasting our faces with sand. Gotta love beach vacations!
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