Last night Lessie & I took a tour of some of the restaurants here in Myrtle Beach. We only went to restaurants neither of us had ever visited and we ordered something neither of us had ever had. Or whatever seemed most adventurous and appetizing on the menu. After a fruitless search for Capt. Poo’s Blue Marlin (we should have been tipped off by the directions, left at Bottoms Up) we enjoyed Salmon Spinach Wontons from Calico Jacks, Bruschette of the day from Carrabba’s, an Orchard Salad from Damon’s Grill finished off by ice cream from a local place. (Yes, I ate ice cream and it was so worth it!)
We met some interesting characters along the way. The pretty (though not in profile) food runner, the sexy server, the awkward Billy who asked us to Wango Tango for drinks when we enquired about an ice cream joint and, of course, Chad – the misogynist douche bag patrolling Mutiny Bay Miniature Golf.
Now that Lessie’s headed home I am here alone with Hallie, the family Queen Bee Shih Tzu. Now it’s time for some solo adventures.