Saturday, April 08, 2006
Fish Camps
Fish camps are one of the Editor's brother Bob's finds.
They're on the water, use paper plates, serve alligator, attract motorcycles and the waitress will warn you if you should happen to order something that isn't deep fried. But they're not chains (yet) and can't be found at Disney World (yet). Fish camps feel like what rural Florida must have been like. None of that "Hi, my name is Cindy. I'll be your server this evening, and can I get you some bottled water?" I was warned off the steamed shellfish sampler with: "hon, I hope you got plenty o' time, cause it'll take you an hour to eat it and you gotta open the oysters, you gotta open the clams, you gotta open the crabs, and the shrimp have shells on 'em." But after a couple of drinks at JB's Fish Camp, waiting for a table and watching the sunset, the alligator (fried) and calimari (fried) were pretty good and the very fresh steamed shellfish only took about 20 minutes to finish off. The Resistant Gourmet tried the alligator, held true to form and ordered a hot dog, then ventured into the unknown with Key Lime pie for dessert.
# posted by ira @ 9:26 AM 
