Prior reviews - you HAVE to be kidding?!?!
We drove forever to the end of the earth to get to this place. Thank goodness the car didn't break down, otherwise you're stuck on the edge of the road and the theme from Deliverance will start playing. Regardless, we go there. Looks promising ... nice people, warm welcome, great setting.
We order drinks - so far so good - big pour. No alcohol in these drinks, but that's okay - we're miles from civilization and have to drive back, so we're okay with margarita mix and a non-intentional virgin sea breeze, We order the sample platters because we want a little bit of everything. So, the food arrives ...
The mullet - so many bones, you can't eat it.
The grouper - beyond fishy tasting. Wherever you got this fish, throw it back!
The scallops - at first we mistook them for fried eraser heads. We have never seen scallops this small. Not inedible, however, so onward we press ...
The oysters - we're afriad to eat them. Odd color, very rubbery - March has an "r" but we decide to pass after two leaps of faith.
The crab fingers - fried, which we suppose masked the taste - clearly this restaurant does a better job with fried, than it does with grilled. In fact, the crab fingers make us suspect that the cooks took their fried fish, scraped off the breaded coatings, and then put some grill marks on the fish to make us think that we were getting a grilled plate.
The shrimp - small, but semi-edible at least. Not that bad. But certainly not worth driving a half a day through no-sign-of-live-ville.
Bottom line - at best, as Red Lobster restaurant with a sunset. And before you get too excited about the sunset, beware that the restaurant faces North, not West. So, you get the side-set, not the full Monty sun set.
Again, nice people - they try hard to please - but if I wanted Red Lobster, I would have gone to Long John Silver's. We imagine that our experience would be different if we both weighed 400 pounds and wanted th early-bird special for blue hairs, fully fried. But we wanted fresh Florida fish, grilled. That, we did not get. Which leaves us wondering - where did the other reviewers go? Perhaps to Sarah's down the street, by mistake? Let's call it like it is - Red John Silver Lobster's with a view of the inlet - no more, no less.
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