Steve from work mentioned a great restaurant. He said there was a nice atmosphere, good food, live music. I tried to remember the name of it today when Gary and I headed out for lunch.
“Harvest?” I was waiting for Gary. “No, something with a G. It’s on Olive. It’s two words. Greek Harvest? Good Harvest? Golden Harvest! That’s it. That sounds right.” I got out my iPhone. “Oh, and there’s a Golden Harvest. Hey! It’s a food bank.” And such is the nature of Steve that I promptly suspected a prank and had a good laugh at his joke at my expense.
Except then I used Urban Spoon and realized it was Gulf Shores, not Golden Harvest. And we went. And it was really good, especially on New Orleans seafood Thursday. Live music with men harmonizing while you eat lobster and chocolate pecan pie for lunch good.
Just one flaw. One tiny little complaint. Since it was a seafood place, they showed some lovely video of undersea beauty. Beautiful seals swimming. Lovely clownfish swimming. CORAL GIVING BIRTH.
I can’t show you the video. The video is too graphic. Imagine if you will:
Green private parts. Every few seconds they would flex and you’d see they were a collection of graspy vaginas. Then they’d flex and each would poop out a little wad of coral.
See the one on the lower right? It is CROWNING.
Other than the unappetizing video, it was a very appetizing find.