I took my mother to this place last week. From the minute you cross the threshold, you enter a strange new world of "All You Can Eat Cracker Cooking." It is a small place and looks like a dump from the 1950s. However, my white glove determined it was clean. It is run by a flamboyant chef named Art. He is an act by himself, but I will focus on the food:
All you can eat shrimp. Piles, no mountains, of the critters in a variety of recipes: cold boiled, fresh fried and blackened. BBQ ribs, real crab cakes, fried fish, cheese grits, collard greens, fresh coleslaw and more. This stuff is beyond good. It is what they serve us Florida rednecks when we enter the pearly gates. My mom and I ate way past our normal capacity. Then Art brought us a plate of homemade fresh cookies. We ate them all.
I could go on and on about how much we enjoyed our dinner that night. We shall return after we loose a little weight. Speaking of which, do not go here if you are on a diet. Everything is fattening, and think the chef would be insulted if you asked for something lighter.
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