Eat at Joe’s

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Seriously. We set off for a place called Joe’s Barbecue, or something like that. Joe’s something or other. Only… it’s not there anymore (thanks, Internet, for telling us that!). Okay, we figure. That’s how things go. We’ll go down to the next beach town and try one of the two restaurants next to each other. We hear they are good.

Only… there’s no parking. Well, there is but it’s competitive and I’m on vacation, thankyouverymuch. Besides, we brought MY car and heaven forbid it get dinged up. Or worse. (Besides, it’s got to get us HOME in a couple of days.)

I suggest going past our beach town, to the seaport south of us. But it’s another 8 minutes and there’s been a serious rebellion against the car on this vacation. With a 13-hour drive home, can you blame any of us?

So we stop at the base of the bridge, at a place called The Bridge Grill. Can you say DIVE?

It surprises none of you to hear how much I love dives. This one does a robust mini-golf business, but at the same time has such a fantastic beer list, I was sorry I was driving. I don’t know where everyone else was ’cause the food — basic burgers, dogs, chicken fingers — was darn good, with the best fries this side of home.

And the guys working? Awesome. Total fun, laid back, eager to please… I laughed from the time I sat down, even when our dude almost spilled my husband’s drink in his lap, when I found that the women’s room was out of commission (apparently, part of the toilet seat was broken, making one of the regulars wonder why no one had run up to Wal-Mart and bought another) and everyone had to use the men’s…

Definitely my kind of place.

Now that you’ve all Googled The Bridge Grill (they are on Facebook!) and found where I am, I fully expect my stalkers to show up and take pictures of me shaking the minnows out of my board shorts… Look for those to be on Facebook before I get home.

*sigh*

Hey, stalkers. Stop in at The Bridge Grill for fries and beer, will ya? This place rocked. I’m giving them a definite West of Mars Stamp of Approval.

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3 Comments

  1. Chrissie

    August 12, 2011 3:06 pm

    Hey there! Oh my… I could use a vacation and a nice long Beer list (lol).
    Don’t know if you remember me but I used to read your blog. I am making some cool Tie Dye Cross-stitch Art and am trying to get the word out (I don’t have much traffic as of yet) You can check out my link to my Etsy Shop on my blog if your interested. Hope all is well and I enjoyed stopping in again.

  2. Alice Audrey

    August 18, 2011 11:22 pm

    You know I’d stalk you there if I could. Right now I’m elbow deep in floor refinishing. Still got kitchen cabinets to go, and The Girl starts school Monday.

  3. carol

    August 29, 2011 4:20 pm

    This is kind of random, but during the last Pirates game we went to my husband texted Eat at Joe’s to hopefully show up where they shows texts. I don’t know why. We’ve never eaten anywhere called Joe’s.

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