"That place stinks and we won't be back. It won't last a year."
-Gibby's Dad
I saw this place online before a trip down to Daytona to see my folks and I asked my dad about it. Typically when he gives this kind of review there is an extenuating reason that his experience was less than satisfactory such as he can't eat most stuff anymore on accounta health reasons or they had loud music or there were lots of college-looking kids around being loud and stuff. This also means that the place is probably okay.
The building looks like the tourism industry barfed all over it. Definitely a full on Jimmy Buffet vibe.
I guess LOUD would be the main descriptor of the decor.
Seriously it kinda looks like a preschool playroom.
But what's this? SIX kinds of fries on tap? NICE. Well, technically FOUR kinds of fries since one was sweet potatoes and the other was made from some weird thing call zoo-key-knee.
And also something called "Reggae Fries"? NICE II.
I went with Truffle Parm, Jerk, and an order or regular fries as a control. I only got three on accounta I had already eaten about an hour prior. They were good. Hot, crisp, tasty. And $3 for this many fries at a tourist trap a block from the beach is a ridiculous deal.
Mmmmmmm.
Mmmmmm II.
Contrary to what my pop says, DO IT.
P.S. They had a bottomless mimosa thing going on for $9 so Amy also gives this joint two boozy thumbs up.
